Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I feel the joys of little boys,
giggles of little girls,
the way the leaves let go
Of bark when the wind blows,
on to other landings.
I feel skin growing,
Cells murmuring to each other as
Healing, love happens.
Memories awaken, share themselves
And they bind
And more, as time takes its own
Pace, marching, sailing, moving
In each mind.