29th Dec 2016
Feeling a bit reflective about the past and how, no matter what we do, it stays with us.
Purple Pain
Although I try to keep away,
to dwell only in today,
my thoughts go back to this time last year.
All shadows, purple pain,
internal black rain,
often I'd look for a place to shed a tear.
So much to endure,
it was heavy for sure,
with so many of my days lost to fear.
But even looking back,
and following the track,
I'm left with the fact that things are still unclear.
But I need to let it go,
at least not let it show,
and welcome the start of this brand new year.
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
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Thursday, December 29, 2016
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