Friends
Friends, like chocolate
are sweet but temporary.
Bitter when burning.
are sweet but temporary.
Bitter when burning.
Seven for Mom
Mom, high heels, never. Somebody's wife and mother. God first, then the rest. Sunday's dishpan hands style hair spun to golden floss every Friday. Beauty, love, honor. Human condition explored while packing lunches. Peeling potatoes, a knuckle scraped blood red. Anyone notice? How did you do it? Provide the foundation for other people's lives. No explosive throes, demands for acknowledgment. Just, what's for dinner? Grace, beauty, like truth, in the eyes of beholders. Mom, I'm watching you.
Cindy - I love your project. When it's done, I'd like to read them through in order, in order to see what macros take shape. On this one: temporary like inconstant, fickle? Or temporary like the evanescence of life, Buddhist illusion-like? Or something else?
ReplyDeleteHey Rick: Thanks for the comment! Temporary, like, they come, they go. Cindy
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