Monday, March 10, 2014

her grandmother's voice

she relived the sad trembles
of her grandmother's voice.
a song borne of circumstance,
and of bad choice.
life passed her by,
as it will do.
and now she sings
like her grandmother,
trembling,
too.

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings