The World On My Wall

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The World on my wall is a majestic escape when I’m lying in bed on difficult days.

A natural scene full of wonder and charm to calm my heart in the midst of the storm.

To Mothers Who Aren’t Mothers Yet

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To mothers who aren’t mothers yet I’m one of you, part of the set Of women who with empty arms And aching hearts, and wistful charm Long to hold a babe so sweet Next to your breast with love replete

Seasons

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To Everything there is a season,
Someone wiser than me has said
Spring when you wake in the morning,
Winter when you go to bed.

The Vibrant Life Poem

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Oh my frenzied mind,

Let go calmly, deliberately, thoughtfully

Of cares beyond thy sphere.

Center the immediate moment;

Relish the color & taste of today…