The years
are filled with
stories
stories woven
with a gilded
thread
to make a heart.
Silver hairs are
falling
soft upon this
loom
like feathers ~
pillows touching
slept on through
the years
finding comfort ~
gazing some
nights
across the
sheets
to that place
where heaven
rests
Oh . . . these
have been
the best days
the best choice
ever, ever made!
Joanne
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