Old machine pace
A sacred space
Whispers glide
Memories collide
Sunset's pearl
In her eyes, a twirl
Passion flows
As vintage shows
Through highs and lows
Our bond grows
Eternal grace
Time's embrace
Her golden curl
Heart awhirl
In amber hues
Stories infused
Rustic charm
Memories warm
Hearts enthused
Love transfused
About the Creator
Scorpion
My love for the craft of writing drives me to put my heart and soul into every word I write.
There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
By Brenda Mahler4 days ago in Humor
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