You said your address is 7773 Come out to the country and see me. I launch myself into your open arms. You catch me midair, as you always do. Mine is 3777. Same side of the mountains as you Surprised, but I don’t know why. Our numbers consistently align We should be used to the subtle reminders of the inner workings of the universe By now It’s been happening to us for years.
So interesting how numbers appear to us if we’re paying attention. I don’t think it’s random
Vivacious, visionary with a temper Writes all of her anger out on paper The man who left The woman she holds The man who makes her wait Three people who occupy her heart space
Kind, creative poet with a mission To share words with anybody who will listen A poem about hope A poem about change A poem about incandescent love Three poems that were spoken from the heart
Empathetic encourager with the soul of a mother Teaching the art of loving each other A lesson on patience A lesson on forgiveness A lesson on compassion Three lessons that were all taught with passion
We don't need the perfect words or metphors If we truly care for someone; We don't need them -Describing how they feel... all we need to know is to see, if our heart skips a beat or two when they are - Typing...