An old scarless wound
twelve years in the healing,
lost its sting this morning.
The summer day balm to the soul.
My life's orb a surprise
rainbow in the evening sky.
Holding the family close,
I counted my blessings.
Poems that J wrote
twelve years in the healing,
lost its sting this morning.
The summer day balm to the soul.
My life's orb a surprise
rainbow in the evening sky.
Holding the family close,
I counted my blessings.
Poems that J wrote
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