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there’s a woman there
I see her
reflection made of me
eyes I’ve known
made softer by the sun
lines are less than faded
silver strands have made a home
remembered now too much
was passed before
cherished memories
not for mercy
poor would be this woman’s heart
speaks to me the same
with eyes the shade of love
the woman there
I know
. . .
tornadoday 
as I have come to know that woman “there” I am glad she is my friend looking back
at me…
Beautiful as you are Bobbie, as it comes from your souls whispers…sometimes reflecting more
)0(
me
As I am grateful for the image in the mirror that is your heart, your soul, your love. I am blessed always by your light, your soul whispers, Maryrose. I love you. ~ Bobbie
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Very lovely write…very soothing and endearing. Thanks for the smile you brought to life with it! Hugs and blessings!
And thank you for the smile you just gave me, dear Wendell. 🙂 ~ Always, I am amazed by the blessing of you. ~ Bobbie
In the knowing is love, pure love. Love always Bobbie, Xxx
And sometimes, in the unknowing, dear Jane. Maybe that is the truth of faith…….. 🙂 Thank you, my friend. I love you. ~ Bobbie
…and that woman there…, is she happy with the reflection she finds ? It would seem she might and should be. ~xo~
Me
…….and when she’s not, she’s discovered a wonderful thing – a light switch! 🙂
Haha!!! 🙂
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