Existence
The children’s toys~
Amass with love.
As marshaled belongings~
Hold ties to memories.
Re-evaluating the steps walked.
Thoughts at one time~
Were believed unmistakable~
Now reflecting stripped~
Grasping air imperative to heal.
Rousing to start afresh.
Advance to a new purpose?
What? I am not sure?
Serenity I’m confident~
Will someday come.
And my Lord my Deity~
Will be my only love.
By Lisa J. Warner
Copyright 2007 @LisaLuvLLC
Rewrite11/27/2009
All Rights Reserved By Lisa J.Warner