Poem -
sipping tea
I am rage
Upon the mountain
That wild scream
It comes from me
I am roar that rages river
I am violence in the tree
I am all the spitting sea spray
I am hurricane set free
I am every grieving mother
In a cafe, sipping tea.
M ~
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You are many things my dear Marion, mostly a very compassionate and empathetic being, you know.they say the kindest souls are those who have been through so much. A fabulous and very emotional poem. May you see some sunshine one day I know you will. ❤️
Bless you Shirley...your words mean a lot...sorry for late reply x