you graced the world with
your gentle, healing touch.
now that world misses
you so much.
your smiles, your laughter,
will always be here.
but now, we sit together
sharing our tears.
rest in the peaceful
message that was
how you lived.
your heart, though now
in heaven,
still has a lot to give.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.
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