I grasp in my hands
For a pithy time,
The essence of eternal bliss.
The question comes,
I rue the night,
How can I not exist?
Dare I let it slip away?
I wring my hands
Bewitched.
Will decisions of the here and now
All other regrets
Eclipse?
I clasp my hands, I meditate
On entering time,
Endless.
A Wife, Mother, Grandmother with tons of experience in the arena called *Life* I love information, and endeavor to utilize it as practically as possible. I have worked as a Healthcare coordinator, HR Manager for over 26 yrs, and still employed (19 +years) as a Property Manager of a large complex (I joke that I’m the mayor of a small city). I have raised 4 children, one of whom (a daughter) ❤️has recently completed suicide,which has changed my life forever. I have 8 lovely grandchildren. I love to write poetry and short stories, cook, explore religious experiences and be in charge of stuff :)
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