Saturday, July 22, 2017

Heirlooms


Missing my soul friends. Missing when I had them.

Missing beer and round table discussions. Missing how we laughed.

Missing my mom. Missing the years before I learned that life was complicated.

"That inward eye, which is the bliss of solitude..."

"Memory is the happiness of being alone..."

Missing me.  Missing my dancing heart.







1 comment:

  1. Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud" read by Sian Phillips
    Rolling Stones, Waiting on a Friend

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