in the quietude of my solitude, even when
mine eyes are closed; i can see the sun, the
moon and stars and best hear the breeze’s
whispers in recalling of my yesteryears and
foretelling of my tomorrows
where calm replaced the angst and fears,
a smile that replaced sadness and tears,
‘feels’ in my heart shared with them who
carried my blood and then found in a forest
of trees, the one who would hold me in her
arms, forever more
now I rest my head upon a pillow on my bed
and will have sweet dreams juxtaposed of
life’s gifts and i shall speak of this to them
who will listen to my stories in word, share
in writ for many eyes to read of the love
and the joy life has bestowed
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