I miss
The perfection, that is you
Within my mind.
I reach
Out to hold on,
Soft and clinging,
But I’m unable to touch.
I love
How strong you’ve become,
And I miss you.
I miss
The perfection, that is you
Within my mind.
I reach
Out to hold on,
Soft and clinging,
But I’m unable to touch.
I love
How strong you’ve become,
And I miss you.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Love this, so glad you are back!!
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Love being welcomed back, as well!
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😎😘😘
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I Love your poetry!!! 🙂 This is so beautiful 🙂
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I love your new photo, Morgan. Lovely!
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Thanks SO much Audrey. I am SOOOOOO Unphotogenic, this actually surprised the **** out of me LOL 🙂
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LOL…we all deserve a great holy shit photo!!
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LOL yes LOL 🙂
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We can find strength in unexpected places, especially within ourselves.
The image is striking for its emotional depth expressed in black and white.
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I’ve been surprised at the strength I’ve found. It’s different from the barely hanging on strength. There is belief attached now, I suppose. I appreciate your comment. Always.
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Why do we envision things as perfect when we know doggone well that nothing on earth is?!? And why do we love the strength we see in others but miss their need of us now? So many questions, Audrey; so few answers. Beautifully penned! (or rather, keyed, ha!)
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Yes, nothing is perfect and no one but Jesus was or will be able to be perfect. A wonderful reminder. Thank you, my friend.
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Color is magic. Nice one Audrey.
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Thank you, Butch ♡ Color is all one can ask for, I believe.
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🙂
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Nice and touching words. Good day, Dear Audrey
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Hi, Niko!! Wonderful to see you again. It’s been a long time. You’re still very sweet, thank you.
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Thank you my friend!! Have a nice day and a super hug 🙂
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Cheers to you!
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Humbled 😉
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Good to see you again, Sir 😊
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