MUSINGS

POEMS are like errant children that will only come home when they are well and truly #Ready. Here are the few that arrived when I summoned them as well as those that sneaked up on me when I wasn't really looking.

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Of "The WAY We WERE"... and Other Things In between

The Memories we made 

will forever remain 

engrafted 

DEEPLY in me.

And NOTHING can change the fact that we met

by #Chance

or

by #DESTINY

And whether the 'gods' will see it fit

To cause our footsteps to tread 

onto thorny, hurtful briarS

or 

onto a flowery BED

The pain and the JOY 

will intertwine, 

lingering 

Bitter Sweet

For NEVER, I fear, will we enjoy,

The patter of tiny feet.  AVD-A

+CROSSING+