Hi guys!!! A dear friend of mine (Michael) wrote this poem for his daughter. They are beautiful words and he permitted me to share them with you… Enjoy. @Mickie, I’ll share this story and many others with her, whenever she arrives. *** When I have a daughter,
I’ll tickle her till she cries from laughter and let her know..
That crying is not always a bad thing;
Sometimes it may blur your vision;
But other times it clears the dirt the world throws into your eyes
Amidst the endless stream of lights, After the bustle of the days, In the bosom of night, Wrapped in white & black sheets, I look for you. I try to find you on pages and comments, I click tags in hopes they link me to you, I look at your pages more than I should. I think about each line and analyze each picture, Wondering if there’s more than you’re letting on. I stalk you. I know a lot happened between the previous post and this, And I find myself imagining each moment. How
You don’t need to speak before the echoes roll in here. You don’t have to get drenched to know the raindrops are beating your skin Here, there is more to wind than the dust in eyes and falling trees. This one is a quiet storm. It’s on the inside. You feel everything. You know everything. And when the storm passes, and the turmoil ends, You don’t search for what the storm took away. You recover it all. #storms #survival #blogger #blogging #blog #poetry #poet #poem #emotions