My answer to a beautiful poem left on a passing blog JAMILA MURTAZA she asks what i would tell my six year old self. read it here
After reading her poem I leave this for her. I hope you like it.
I wipe the wet from my face
and wish it wasn’t so.
But as a teen there are still
horrors you don’t know.
Things that make myself gasp
That slip through my aging grasp
hate and fear don’t belong
To a girl so very young.
I have known so very long
that love resides inside a song
And despite the pain and dying air
this world is full of loving care.
Have a wonderful week.
Do me a favour stop by her place tell her I sent you, follow and comment, fill up the space. Her talent is to be encouraged by all of us here, give her a clap give her a cheer.
leave me a comment *whispers* it feels like I’m collecting a wage. 😆
