That sense from childhood
To the adult of wealth
Rich in heart full
Happy in the sun hues
Losing the hands that held you
Take the flower
The glad day and the summer land
Turn at the road you once
Did follow
White as the lily of silky skin
From a cup that overflows
Remember the flower
That I once gave
Place it at your heart
Hold the radiance
Twinkling brightly
With love always
Her strength was her courage
She was home
I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives. View more posts
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