Sunday, September 13, 2009


the muse came uninvited!
his unpredictablity disturbed
and charmed with delicious
bits of wit.
I know his ways
and how he never stays
but she is young old spirit muse;
come back again
give me the soul
we'll put you down on
velum paper
with black letters
trimmed in gold. my broken hearted, you loved and gave, I say you didn't lose a thing. Keep your laugh inside your pocket. Mom

1 comment:

  1. So beautiful and wise. The love never is in vane, it always leaves a gift.