A Gift that’s Pure and True

A mother's love is a wondrous thing, A gift that's pure and true, And when she shares her arts and crafts, A masterpiece is born anew. With tender care and gentle hands, She guides her child with pride, Teaching skills that will last a lifetime, And always stay by their side. The paintbrush glides across …

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When are you going to start?

What’s the very first thing that comes to your mind, The moment  when someone closer to you leaves this earth? That day they spread their beautiful wings, and flew high. Then the  next day you feel  it was just a dream that deeply hurts What was  the word you wanted to say that was left …

Where the Sky is Blue by Eureka B. Robey

When I see the sky this blue,the only one I think about is you.And sometimes when my sun is hidden by the lonely clouds,memories about us make me happy and proud. Your rays come straight to my eyes.Even if they're closed,I could see your smiles.Oh, how I love the thoughts of you.From up above, where …

Season’s Delight ,An Acrostic Poem

W_inter breeze, a chilling embrace I_ndoor activities bring pleasurable grace N_ights approaching, shadows cast T_ime fleeting, moments fly too fast E_ars shiver, seek warmth and rest R_adio's fine, but hot chocolate's the best S_pring emerges, vibrant and clear P_etals unfurl, flowers appear R_aindrops dance, tapping my boots I_n celebration, light attire suits N_ature paints green, …