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becoming, bodee, connection, destiny, dreams, friendship, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, poetry, reason, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, woman, writing
of stories
I’ve forgotten
times and places
touch untold –
gave my heart (the way of graces)
left of every love
I know
another girl
another baby –
(now a woman)
pens the night
silver locks reweaving promise –
verses fell
by candlelight
into magic
I was given –
fragile moments to defend
(all I was)
I am remembered –
baby
woman
child (again)
. . .
Author’s Note: Inspired by a painting
gifted me by a dear friend.
“She is Three” by Joey ‘Bodee’ Dalton 2011
tornadoday 
Very magical verses…matching the painting so well. I posted today a poem inspired by you and your wonderful words. Namaste, mary
I see and I thank you, dearest Mary…… Your light continues to wash over me (us all). My love, Bobbie
sweet 🙂
I’m glad you like, Vimal. Thank you. ~ Much me, Bobbie
“I am remembered –
baby
woman
child (again)”
Wow! Your words weave magic for the soul, from the soul. Beautiful!
Love & Best wishes
Tanumoy
Hi Bobbie,
This one has a delightful softness to it that was so pleasant to read. ~xo~
Paul
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