Nothing stays the same
Even if I hold it tightly
Whisper “please don’t change”
Time defies me
Life reminds me
That we are sons and daughters of seeds sewn long ago
We live to turn our faces to the sun
Grow into the best we can become
And in turn
Sew on
Kate, yes, we sew on. I admire how your words flow so beautifully~your soul, heart, and mind are open. ♥️🤗
Thanks Karla 💕
You’re welcome 💕 I hope your day is beautiful!
You too Karla 💕
so true and beautifully penned!
“That we are sons and daughters of seeds sewn long ago”💖🌻
Thanks Cindy 💕
You’re most welcome Kate 💖🙏🌻
Oh I think your words were meant for me today. This is just what I needed to hear. ❤️
Thanks Michelle – words are like secret Santa gifts – we parcel them up and send them out and the right person gets them. I love it when something resonates either on the giving or receiving end. 💕
That’s so true… I bookmarked your poem. I think I might need the reminder every now and then. 😉
Thanks – I often do the same thing – except I send it to my notes in my phone and file accordingly.
Oh that’s an awesome idea. 😃
That was so beautiful! The rhythm and vivid imagery here was really very nice!! Wonderfully penned!!👏🏻👏🏻
Thankyou, that’s very kind 😊