Connie
I have written a series of these word pictures of people who have touched my heart. There are possibly more to come.
Connie
smile, bubbles of mirth
a gentle thrill of breeze
upon my fevered searcher brow
water witch of oceans, mother
conjures hopes of peace
then feasts of laughter
warmth against the frosts of doubt
joyful harbour, rest at last
within the love of Connie.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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