Findings

It is all finding its way back.
A blessing, it has not all been shattered.
I would have taken more care.
Why didn't they take more pains,
after all , this was, is, someone's life
we're speaking of.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Leaky and in need of repair.
I thought I taught them better,
she said, looking into her mirror.
At least I have that.
What are you doing for the holidays,
she queried, knowing the excuse,
puffed in her pride of understanding people.
It's all coming back,
memories of when.
Packed for so long.
Then, was then.
My, how quickly
the changes are.
You can never go back.
This distance, called far.

Raine Les 12/21/2009

I love everything you write

You are kind, that is your precious treasure, your view of life and how love surrounds your world. Never lose that..Merry Christmas.