sometimes I count each word
other times it’s the syllables
there are days I mark possibilities
i’ve even measured the outcome
wasted, unnoticed attempts
of a woman grasping at straws
the neon ones, not the bendy.
strange. even I would have bet on the curvy one
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
suddenly
seeming from no
where,
it appears 🙂
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Some things
Never change
Birth day 🙂
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This is one I think we should all read and then breathe and then read again, it speaks for so many of us, a theme of the world as it stands, and the trees – as we should be. Wonderful and deep just like you my red-haired sister.
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Once again you have humbled me with your charming ways and words, my friend. Thank you for reflecting on this poem and seeing the importance. Hugs.
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Beautiful stand of trees — goes perfectly with your lovely words, ma’am!!
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Gotta love the timbers in Colorado, Debbie. Thank you ♡
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Beautiful, Audrey
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Thank you, John xo
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🙂
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If I try too hard I lose my thoughts.
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And mush up what is beautiful as it is or was. Thanks, Susan.
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Trying to find the truth can be tricky. A terrific poem, Audrey.
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Yes, Shari, it can be. Determining whether or not we should bother is often a missed step. Unrequited interest: the thought I was pondering when this poem came to be. Enjoy your day.
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Love it! So poetic on thoughtful 💖💖💖
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Your positivity shines, Trini. 🙂
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