either way, we’ve all learned
and it’s been a year.
Saffron and Amber reveal their dress,
I sit and wonder how it’s possible, Winter,
how beauty presents as a mess, yet is defined by the eye.
Dirt needs its rest, leave the weeds, even
a fixed tin roof allows for dry, so
let nature grow – haphazardly.
Disrobe the world, let them be,
focused on how to heal.
Honestly? He didn’t really need me.
a lifetime
thinking it over
all the joys
the sadness
imprinting generations
building our strength
3/5/3/3/7/5 Shadorma Poetry
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Nothing like a box Chevy (during a rebuild), booze, old country music and big brother’s barn on a Friday night. Baby, Middle and Red claiming seats as big brother chuckles. None of us would have it any other way. I love when we get together and laugh over ourselves.
Everyone’s version of our story is a little different, but oh we four see it the same… I love’em!
twilight gives way
to stardom
as today’s final
commitments complete.
rest assured,
we are who we are
yet, dreams encouraged, as
is becoming who we
want to be
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 