If only I could write like this.
Wonderful simplicities are a means to keep the soul alive. I continue to exist year after year, as the heart continues on the journey to where it belongs. Attend to life’s garden reach for impossible dreams. I ask that my mind seek what it envisions, look beyond all of the tomorrows. I try to drink in the aromas of life hoping it will bring back memories that blossomed in life’s garden. Maybe I was too simple, as I do not believe that it kept my soul alive, it died with my child. Am I to forgive her being taken from me?
AUTHORS NOTE: I AM SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY IN PUBLISHING, I HAVE REPAIRED THE PROBLEM, HOPEFULLY. E.