there is peace
there is time to reflect
there is time to dream
there is a cushion
to catch the fall
there is love to fill
the empty places
isn’t it strange
we need the empty places
to find peace reflect and dream
where the white morning glories grow
Creative: Poem from Mom
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I like this. And I really like when you share your mother’s poems.
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Larry,
I can’t tell her. Would go to her head.