bleeding heart

Ms G (in preparation of your journey)

You
fit in
the palm
of my hand
and
always
wiggled
your
little
butt
You
first
were
nicknamed
lil'
bean
burrito
And
soon
would
be
known
as
Ms G
or
G girl
or
simply
G
You
filled
so
many
hearts
with
your
gentle
spirit
Such
a
sweet
girl
You
will
be
missed
But
time
comes
Legs
no
longer
working
You
embarass
with
each
accident
You
spasm
at
night
And
breath
is
weakened
And
you
are
tired
So
tired
Be
well
my
gentle
little
spirit
Thanks
for
the
lessons
and
the
love.

blood root

butter lamb

happy easter

untitled

when
love
fits
like
an
old
glove
everything
else
falls
away.

the sun's intensity has grown

Somewhere
in
between
searching
as
to
how
I
was
going
to
hold
on
and
continue
and
grow
a
caring
soul
stepped
in
and
said
he
was
willing
to
help
me
find
the
way.
And
he
has.
And
spring
pronounced
herself
in
dripping
snow,
and
chirping
birds,
and
promise.