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were our story
without ending –
the road would lead us on
forgotten not the turning
or the fall
reminders of eternity
wink and they’ll be gone
hands to hold –
and one to change
it all
eighty years
or sometimes ten –
a garden loved by thorns
a rusty metal rocker
hides the shade
baskets stained by picking
weeds to bind the fence
bees are telling
every plan
we made
a worn out
sunday prophet –
folds his bible near
tho none can read the name
it used to hold
leather bound by promise –
love would get us through
trees are bending
double
in the cold
I been down
and got back up –
to know
(I know) of love
of seasons undecided
by the light
of passing into paradise
to live beyond these days
gardens yield for tending –
somewhere sweet
tonight
. . .
tornadoday 
Always a wonderful message comes to life from your words! So very beautiful Bobbie! Hugs and blessings always!
Thank you, my dear precious friend. Always, my words are made dearer by your hand upon the page. Thank you, Wendell. ~ Love, Bobbie
I see sowing seeds throughout your writing ~seeds of soul!
O, my dear one, these seeds are made fuller by the warmth that is your sun, Debbie. Thank you so much for every kindness you give to me. ~ Love, Bobbie
Up the hills where gentle breezes blow
Then down to valleys far below
All the paths of life we know
Lead us onward to the goal.
Good night, darlin’ girl,
Himself
Moment by beautiful moment…….always we are becoming that which we are meant to be………..that which we choose…….. Thank you, Paul. ~ All my love, Bobbie
This definitely has to be one of my most most most favorite pieces by you, beautiful Bobbie, thus, I make it mine and fold it in the heart… to save for another such night, when I would feel the same way as you did between the lines.
Love always.. and always.