Poem -


Thoughts from the waiting room


Each one of us is a puzzle to ourself;

Our own emotions are knotted,

Lost in a maze and need finding

Sometimes it takes a child

To see what we can't;

The tears of an innocent one

To take keys of compassion

And unlock our guarded hearts

To restore the motion:

That commotion we call


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Flower Girl

Hey Al......this is brilliant! Tears of a little soul really gets to me.......they have beautiful hearts and souls not yet tarnished from things in the world......a child’s hug or smile makes me feel so luved.......thought provoking ink......purple luv & hugs xo :)