Mother


companions in
 slow walks
down quiet halls
she in wheeled chair
i on faulty legs

 lost in thoughts
each her own
connected by
rare smiles
or raised eyebrow 

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Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
♪ I wait for the Lord; my soul waits and in his word I hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning ♪ (Psalm 130:5-6)