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bliss, breath, cherokee, connection, divine intuition, faith, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom, wonder
of places
most surely
forsaken by now
– I believe
they are waiting for me
remembered
the times
I walked with him there
– a sweet recollection
can never be free
from the soul
that is gifted
– the heart racing still
to remain at the first
when beginning to see
the light
from the road
– a path into dreams
where colors are kept
in remembrance
of me
. . .
tornadoday 
A beauty.
Thank you, Stephen…… Regardless of where I might be, this is home. This is what I imagine of heaven. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Precious memories. Hold them dear (as I know you do).~xo~
Me
O, you know I do………….closer still, the place where time meets with remembrance. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie