Friday, May 24, 2013


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.

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