Photo by Bgrace
How can I put this gently
So tenderly you'll stay
To hear what's on my heart
What I'd so much like to say
A deep clean incision
A caress upon your ear
A decision you must make
To trust me more than fear
You must hold still
Though you'll want to fight
When you sense the edge of the blade
I have no anesthetic
My love will feel your pain
4 comments:
I haven't been able to see the pictures of your latest blogs... so frustrating!
Hmmmm...
Powder pink roses (with a few small thorns, in the background lavender bushes and the formal gardens at the Masonic Homes.
Hi Becky,
Beautiful poem. I continue to be
so blessed by the gifts that God has given you. I hope someday soon more people will be blessed by these gifts. As Matt said
recently...but I will say it for me... I am truly blessed by your life. Mom
Thank you Mom--you're life has taught me well though, it's not how many, but how much.
Love you,
B
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