The last of my poetry backlog, I may slow down a bit (or not)
The Angels look from high above
And send the sunlight bright and clear
Summer Heat and busy streets
And lanes to cross before I sleep
Far from conflict, free from care
Heartfelt talks, friendly fare
Time to heal and charge the well
As the season changes
In the present, not the past,
Try to make each moment last
Petals fall one by one
Each one pass and then is gone
Soon to live in new abode
There to take a separate road
There will be a new surround
There will be a new life found
Fear not the future friends are near
There to smooth the harshest fears
Be not afraid to turn to them
And lean into their arms
Today we take, tomorrow give,
Here upon this paths we live
Alone a fearsome monster reigns
Together pussy cats remain
My Gifted Life 