aceblade's works for Thursday, February 16, 2012

Amoungst the meadow, I saw such beauty, flowers and beauty in a rainbow of colors, with a closer eye, my mind stirred with wonder, my life comparitively speaking, was much like, what was before me, blossemed rose bushes, in all their glory, yet, my eyes saw beauty, but, to touch could cause worry,... Sign in to see full entry.

I found this poem in my son's bedroom, tucked under his pillow. He hasn't been over to my house since Christmas. Hopefully, in March, I will win in court and he will live with us. He is 11 yrs. old and I raised him since he was a pup. He is my eyes! I must go, although, I will see you soon,... Sign in to see full entry.