I so appreciate all your amazing comments and beautiful thoughts....
I won't apologize because it was beyond my control.
I was unable to use my voice
I'm ill ....unwell, was in the hospital awhile...
I may not catch up...
or be able to do much more than breathe.
I've been thinking too much
  I draw strength from my Father's well...
I saw him from the hospital window a beautiful Bald Eagle
so as I drink water..... I will try.

Thank You All So Very Much
Be Blessed

Cherie Nolan ....
XO

A smile can hide a million woes
The ones that nobody needs to know
The inner turmoil of your soul
Each day you hide the tears that flow

A smile can hide a million broken dreams
That keeps you awake when you should be asleep
When plans you made are just distant memories
When once the world was at your feet

But that one smile that finally breaks through
The one that sparkles like a precious jewel
The inner light comes through innocent and pure
That smile is your smile, the one that is true.

A  flock  of  wild  geese
have  just  flown  by.

Very  pleasing  
to  the  eye.

I'm  in  the  heart
of  nature  here.

Quite  content
with  little  fear.

Mother  nature  works  away
something  new  turns  up  each  day.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.

A square that was a little twisted
Didn't want to lay on his side like everyone insisted
Instead he wanted to stand on his pointy end
Look and see just what become of him
Because he did not want to be like all those that had come before
He'll now be a diamond, forever more

It took long enough
To figure it out
At the age that I am
I still act like a child

Aren't too many thing
That I do differently
Than when I was young
In the way that I think

Was told the older you get
You grow out of it
Think I'm way past the point
Where I'll ever quit

Doesn't run in my genes
Or my family tree
So far what I've seen
Is it's only me

So bring on the wrinkles
The aches and the pains
With this attitude
It's all a childish game

If you don't believe me
Or have serious doubts
Ask any one that I know
I still act like a child

[prose poem]

          I never noticed how mine these hands are. There, glossy, rinsed clean. Do I want to move my fingers? They will. All of them, they will.
Underneath the water's gloss I see the lines; some ragged and some fine, some smaller and some smaller than the small.
          Though I am no author of what I own, I can see how precious is His gift– and it's been here all this time.
I don't need too look too far. Even for clothes or something to dine. Though I am content with those, I've had, here,
          these hands of mine.

restless summers swimming in lemonade
my shiny janes and your
mud sloshed loafers
swayed like the gulls of our
crayoned fence of a sky

daisies you would crown me
with rings of weeds i'd wed you
lightning bugs stain my lashes like my
fluorescent tears you brush away
dewdrops on my rose embroidered cheeks

i continue building forts armed with flashlights
with puppets of shade that guard me till morn
again i am locked within my tower feeling your
weight of shining armor as you take my locks as your stairway
but the night fades within you

i let down my hair
but you are not there