Angie, oh Angie, I love this. I see my son–my gorgeous, amazing, distant, and aloof spirited darling son! I see him when his hazel eyes light on me and his lips pull back into a rare and beautiful grin. I see him–when he is seeing me! Thank you for this.
Don’t know how you do it, but you have the gift to make simple words sound so special. You toch my soul each and every time!
Your friend Bev
As you know Angie I’m not a poetry person. But, your poem made me smile both outwardly and inwardly. Thanks xx
Thank YOU Jack!
I’m not a poetry person either, but I love to make people smile 🙂
Angie, oh Angie, I love this. I see my son–my gorgeous, amazing, distant, and aloof spirited darling son! I see him when his hazel eyes light on me and his lips pull back into a rare and beautiful grin. I see him–when he is seeing me! Thank you for this.