My Last Gift
Words flow from insights
strong feelings become poems-
windows to the soul
My books of heartfelt poems I leave to you –
some with optimistic views, others, dark with
pessimistic doubts; here a smile- there a tear-
that turns me inside out. Understanding of the
whole- grants keepsake of my everlasting soul.
June 13, 2020
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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