A window into ever after,
Witnessing from afar, a life
Where forests grow,
Oceans lap endlessly
And desires are still
Encouraged, sought after
And dreamed.
A place where faith,
Comes first, as our
Initial breath, while
prairie grass bows
Towards wind, steadfast.
Homes are full of heat,
Not just from bread baking,
But from love honest
and complete. Endless
Work, and time to pause
Deemed important,
Yet over time, has been lost.
not a minute shall return
what’s been said, taken
i’m lost between
whatever
and
i’m sorry,
maybe even,
you hurt me.
With the intent to please them,
her heart focused,
and upon paper.
They sit and wait,
none of them watching,
ill equipped to follow,
even today.
She refuses to point the blame,
content in her own self reflection,
no one innocent.
a canvas for dreams
clouds beautiful, yet employed
each one viewed with expectation
some weightier than others
contain
a hush-hush reality
thankfully, I’m floating, too
I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 