What we can be depends on the extent of our vision and imagination- we have to reach out beyond our self to realise our full potential.

the wind.through
a weathered stone
cries then whispers

alone.

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Catherine Jarvis

Thinking of happy times
When cold days
Filled with laughter
Warmed the room
Of children
Where an ah ha moment
Came out of the
Mouth of kiddos
Jumping  with excitement
In their desks
Rays of sunlight
Beaming down on
Learning children
Hugs in solitaire
Or hugs in groups
Meltdowns and mishaps
Celebrations for success
A rainbow filled
The room with love
And left a *** of
Golden Treasure

The world is full
Of love
We can scoop
It up
Gather the goodness
It creates
Turn rusty moments
Into diamonds
Tears into.
Joy
Or we can dig
A hole and
Bury our Gift
Never to return