Planting flowers in the breeze, among wind chimes and bumble bees,
sisters gather with flowers and pots, enjoying what is...forgiving what's not.
Colors bright and cheery, all of us happily married,
gather to laugh, talk, and smile, skipping over lines drawn for a while.
Come, sisters, and visit my home, meander around, in my yard you can roam,
Open our hearts, bask in the love, and for time that heals, let's thank God above.
Planting flowers in the breeze, among wind chimes and bumble bees,
sisters gather with flowers and pots, enjoying what is...forgiving what's not.
(Photo by Lisa (Allen) Kennard)
1 comment:
Lisa: Thank you for the lovely afternoon...and the strawberry plants...and the awesome cookies...and the memories, and your sentimental rhymes...Thank you! Your sister, Diane
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