Having Parkinsons means I have to learn patience….one day…. Wait with me While I tremble Wait with me While I falter Wait with me While I regroup While I reset While I restart Wait with me Or not I will be here Until I can walk Elsewhere.
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Scrap Heap Challenge
Day 2’s second poem….an homage to using all your scraps up in the kitchen….the glamour!! Fairly loose leeks Kept in the fridge For weeks Brussel sprouts Crying to get out Of their brown bag And other swag From my unlovely shelves Are chopped And skinned And twinned With shining spices And flashing flavor Until we…
April again….Napowrimo! This one is about time and it’s value Foundations Every waking moment is different and unique It will never come back and we can never peek Backwards and relive our time It runs quicksilver gone But always leaves it’s legacy It’s echo and it’s tone. We may lose every minute yes But each…