Easter Ellen

Flowing Backwards   If time could flow backwards, there are moments I’d take That sparkle with beauty, to relive them again Reading with Mommy as we sat in the bed Playing...

My Ever-Friend   She’s calls a little too often, she’s too eager for most She’s so very talkative tending to reminisce and boast Though there when I need her, she’s there...

  Too far gone to discuss it at all Too down deep for words to recall Too forlorn for words to describe So I sit and ponder as I scribe Conversant...

  I assay the situation but there is no change Still at the bottom of the recesses in my mind Why can’t I pull out through it?   Love lost should...

    To see your face, to feel your breath To feel your warmth above my breast The perfect softness of your lips The gentle graze of your fingertips   Let...

This is a re-post of a poem that I wrote in 2007, but it fit so well with today’s theme that I am re-posting it. Pandora’s Box Inside my hand lies...

  Spiritually, I seek to bless all. Physically, I pray for the strength. Emotionally, I wish for the courage. Realistically, I hope that love remains.     Six-Word Saturday  #6WS