This poem is dedicated to her...

The waves upon
Our sore bare feet
The water in
The desert's heat.
The flowers growing
From the street
The breeze that's blowing
Through the wheat
The neighbor that
You finally meet
Who's friendly with
A smile to greet
Who bids you
Come and have a seat

The story that your
Grandma tells
The ringing of bright
Silver bells,
Fountains from
the deepest wells
Those are poems

From my Melz!



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014