When I come to authors den
It is a circle with many doors , that says when , a sweet invite of friends
When it opens wide, with my adopted family inside
I am so blessed with you all here, by my side
I read a lot before going to bed, it helps my soul to clear my head
Thank you , sweet loving hearts I hold dear
Sometimes life's so precious, you cant even hear, the cries , muffled sounds of those who hurt
My mother is ninety going on ninety one .I am helping each week downsizing her home alone, some refuse to do work, so I wont see her fall, some family send money to help out, from states away
It is tiring for her and me and hubby to but with all that said , her smile is important to me , she loves life sweet
But we hold fast , I see the smiles
Sometimes we don't know what each other is going through
There is glimpse of something in poem or story
To tell little through
But with all we are each is my hearts star I am blessed like second family nest , Thank you for being in life, hugs