I have found my passion,
It is to clean and cook and take care,
Of a home full of love,
And sacrifice.
But not really ignoring the best of it,
Creating a safe environment,
For those that I love and cherish,
When will we live a better life,
That time is now,
And what a rich miasma of colors it is,
They will know us by name and torture the difference of it.
Following what is pure,
Following the flow of life,
As the days pass by,
And I am a day and year older,
Forty three for sure.
About the Creator
Alex Jennett
Just starting to publish my works. Enjoy listening to music and writing poetry. I am surprised that since I started writing, within 2 years, with Vocal I have created 78 stories. Music and the written word, help me ease my high anxiety.
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