My grandma’s handbag
carries memories
as well as coins and keys;
not just another thing to grab
but the next lines of a story….
in this circus home
forests of recollections
whisper new seeds.
My grandma’s handbag
carries memories
as well as coins and keys;
not just another thing to grab
but the next lines of a story….
in this circus home
forests of recollections
whisper new seeds.
Whatever’s happening in the world, in all our lives, whoever you are I feel the will to say I Wish You Peace!
Hate; a verb, an abstract noun
That we may give our power,
Love; a verb, an abstract noun
That is hate’s funeral pyre.
Audrey – For Helen McNulty You should have played Moon River – Audrey Hepburn that you are, Music bending air, time aquiver, Beauty born under a poet’s star – Warmth, grace, edge Humour, fluid sound, Dancing on the ledge Lives in lost and found, “You’re her” you say…
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