A S w e .tread ....along ...the paths of life, comes a time when roads t u r n to z i g z a g s sometimes beaten, painful to walk on...and the blue sky darkens to gray...and the clouds hide from us, and the sun sets, and we need arrows and rays to guide us t h r o u g h::::: ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] From nowhere .........any hour y o u appear b r i g h t as morning s u n your BEAMS ILLUMINATE you are a light that guides us .....through the [[[ D A R K ]]].
...For Timothy...
Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...found this older poem...from three years ago...written for Timothy... ...I repost...for Timothy...