her lack of confidence,
deep within,
sails past most
as they watch
day to day,
so intriguing, she,
a soul they want close.
Then One leans in,
comes a little closer,
sensing her heart,
listening.
The wait he’ll entertain,
a point of patience given,
proof of his ability
to see her,
and who she is,
true acceptance shown, granted.
The beginning of what is
meant to be,
his devotee.
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!
detailed
his thoughts,
pure
the hum she chose,
in virgin white shining
as he approached.
assessing
the angle,
in which she’s presented,
required leaning in close
as she murmured,
come on, let’s go
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 