Sharing two poems I wrote in a recent poetry circle facilitated by Ali Grimshaw https://flashlightbatteries.blog/. I continued to be amazed at the beautiful connections made across many miles over computer screens. ❤️
At Seven
It is difficult
To remember
The me who
Once was seven
Do you find
The same
To be true?
Oh, there are
Glimpses
Flashes of
Childhood
Aided by
Photographs
The reciting
Of stories at
Family gatherings
I believe at seven
Happy outweighed sad
And freedom came
When swinging
To the sky
Then bravely
Jumping out
It is difficult
To remember
The me who
Once was seven
But I am grateful
For her spirit
Continuing
To reside in me
Even when
I’m afraid
To jump out
Of the swing
Tiny Boxes
Hours spent
Together
Make me want
To remember
Not just the present
But every visit past-
Each block of time
Long or short
Places another box
Inside my heart
Tiny boxes
Full of surprises
To open when
Days are long
Mind-wandering
Tiny boxes
Fighting battles
Threatening
To take away
Focus, purpose, joy
Tiny boxes
Filled with
Memories
Of loving and
Being loved
Piano Girl 
Both poems are wonderful glimpses inward – I resonate with those tiny boxes.
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Thank you, Jazz. 💛 I find myself appreciating the little things more and more.
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Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
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Thank you dear friend. I enjoyed your work today. These poems were amazing.
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Thanks so much for reading and sharing. ☺️
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You are welcome my dear friend.
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Thanks so much.
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Always a pleasure to read and share great posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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