Change

image compliments of floweropera

Riding in and out on the days of change.

I try to hold on through the waves.

But there is nothing to hold onto.

How can I find my bliss?  My gentle voice?

My gentle touch?

I know the tide will turn, and the soft waves of 

admiration, kindness, and sweetness will come 

rolling back in.








p.s.  that is not my child.  just a whimsical and wonderful kid somewhere.