la palabra que crece con los otros...
Beautiful poem :)
So true..solidifiedPlease don't forget to post your creative works at Monday Poetry Train Revisited too each Monday morning!
Loved that. Nicely done.
Sandra, you are good! Even knots in the wall boards can be special.Isn't it weird to what all we attach?..
How true this is - wonderfully well written!
Sometimes the talisman does not belong to our possessions but is born from the hazardthank u for a fine poem ..
Jim...when I was a child my myopia has not yet been discovered and I enjoyed watching the distorted marks on the wall.....that was like an entertainment talisman
the slightest thing we latch uponcan be a taliman of sortswonderful photo and poem
I agree with you. This is a wonderful piece.
wonderful thought and poem ~
a talisman is born... powerful!
Nicely doen and so tru- some of life's perfections are born form the imperfections~
Thank you, Sandra, for sharing with me. The first time after getting her some eye glasses, my older daughter said to me, "Look, I can see the man on the moon. There really is one!"I developed nearsightedness around age 40. Later I had an accident with my eye punctured and now I do not need glasses.I do hope that you now have corrected vision to make seeing normal or near normal...
This is so true!!
thanks Jim...your daughter is also a poet...:)
Treasures in unlikely places ...
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