The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
Maya AngelouMy Lily Pad
Sitting in a pond
I see your pacman smile
I had never foreseen
You would wait a little while
Just wait a wee longer
My Lily Pad so strong
I coming to see you soon
It really wont be long
My legs are sore and tired
But my spirit is soaring light
Can you hear the whispers
Of the quarrels and the fights?
My mind needs songs of silence
And my heart needs tender care
Oh Lily pad of mine
Fabulous poem and so inspiring too, thanks for sharing you heart
Blessings
Sherry
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Beautiful Kim! Thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful Kim!
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Thanks everyone. I having find finding my creativity. Playing here and playing there. 🙂
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