Short but sweet…
Hold My Hand
They say that the eyes
Are the window to the soul
Providing a glimpse
To our
Joy
Sadness
Anxiety
Love
But while our eyes
are the window
Our touch
is the doorway
To truly feel
those emotions
With each other
Wild Flowers
In the midst
Of the fear
Of the hate
Of the uncertainty
That our country can feel
It’s amazing
What a field of wild flowers
Does for the soul
I think we see
Something in the way
They live among each other
Without argument
That gives us hope
Mothering, Marriage and Menopause 
I adore both of these pieces, Sheri. You expressed so much in so few words. Lovely! Have shared on FB. XO
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Thank you, Molly! When I look at current events, sometimes too many words are what is getting us in trouble!
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Yes, words are flying like dust particles. And I think they’ve stirred up my allergy to negativity!
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Beautiful Sheri. I am not one of the free-hugger type people. But those who I trust, and love, touch is a comfort.
And I’m standing in the midst of that field with you. Come on country….lets pull it together!
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Thank you, Colleen! I would so love it if we could pull it together!
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Sign me up.
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