It could be the one-hundred-plus-excessive-heat-warning temperatures.
It could be because I’m missing Dad.
It’s most likely an all-of-the-above answer to any multiple-choice question you might ask.
Whatever the question or the answer, my thoughts keep drifting.
What would I give?
To rest in
The Wisdom
Of your shade
To sit beneath
Limbs-curved
And crooked from
Over a century
Of growing
Reaching
Learning to be-
Witness to
Stories unseen
Standing vigil
Thru seasons of
Darkness
And light
Firmly holding
In your arms
All those seeking rest-
What would I give?
To rest in
The Wisdom
Of your shade-
Listening
As the tide rolls in
Wondering
If you can hear it, too
Piano Girl 
Wise and wonderful Kelley … 🤗🌏
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Thank you, Ivor. 💛
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You’re welcome Kelley
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“What would I give? To rest in The Wisdom Of your shade”…Kelley, Your feelings and beautiful poem touched my heart. The heat and missing your Father (and Gart’s beautiful photo). I love how you’re able to express what you’re feeling in a way that blesses us all. Like always, I’m praying for you and your family. I feel blessed to know you and read your words. Love and hugs, Karla 💛🙏
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Thank you, Karla. 💛
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You’re welcome, my friend. I found out that on my trip in the Fall I think we will be going through Oklahoma City, not Tulsa. BUT if I ever…you know I will let you know. 💛
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I’m counting on it. 😉
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Yay! 🥰🤗💚
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Lovely!
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Thank you. ☺️❤️
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“What would I give?
To rest in
The Wisdom”
Reflect these beautiful words back to you.
I hope you are taking care of your tender heart.
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Thank you, Ali. ❤️
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