17 of 31 OctPoWriMo
What will tomorrow hold
Will there be stories told
May we grow a day old
Might we be called back home
No one ever seems to know
We hope for the very best
Everyday when we dress
Setting out on our quest
Feeling like we never rest
But today, we are blessed
Now is all that we can hold
Treat it like precious gold
A heirloom not to be sold
~Art found and created by: Paper Squirrel
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A precious piece with a heartfelt message. I am loving the diversity in your writing!
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Thanks, Kim. I’m really trying to mix it up with this poetry challenge, but I’m beginning to feel the Halloween pull….beware, lol. 😃
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A great flow to your poem, with so many lines in a row that rhyme, and the message is so very true.
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