These words will prove I lived.
title? i'll return. like the simple/crisp language.
A definite peacefulness to this poem with a warm feeling as it closes.
the comfort that comes from familiarity.. a hand available to be held... lovely....."my destiny"
In so few words you create an unforgettable image, Sara. One breath, on blink.. I get a sense of finality..drifting off into endless sleep, like a snapshot of one's last minutes on death bed. I'm sorry to be so morbid, Sara. (Perhaps my mother's upcoming surgery is bothering me more than I'd like to admit.) Poetmeister...on the road to Parnassus
This poem reminds me of when I was sick, and it felt so nice to fall asleep with my head in my husband's lap.You brought me to that place with a beautiful simplicity of words.
where ya been? hope all is well.
Just stopping by to see if you have something new up. Hope you're doing okay..:)janetleighPoetmeister...on the road to Parnassus
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