Frost on the ground and a nip in the air,
controversy over Starbucks cups and 114 dead,
twinkling candles in window frames,
Senate blocks expanded gun checks,
trees on car tops and Handel’s Messiah,
14 dead in San Bernardino,
decorations down from attic and wreath on the door,
a friend’s son killed in a crash on I-64,
sun finds diamonds in frost-kissed grass,
irate candidates fume and blame,
soft belly breathing and a bank teller’s smile.
All part of the tapestry of this complex life.
December 10, 2015 at 6:03 pm
Wow! You ought to be a published poet, Mom! Love you.
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December 10, 2015 at 10:34 pm
Betty that poem was profound and brought tears to my eyes.
hugs,
Janet
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December 11, 2015 at 9:04 am
Thank you Janet!
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December 11, 2015 at 3:04 pm
Love it
Sent from my iPad
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