The Finer Lines

In the finer lines of my Mother's eyes where backroads lead to secret tears much is spoken when one explores the map that etches those many years expressed in smiles and subtle stares when the world is harsh and cruel calm washes through your tested soul that stings of ridicule in the finer lines of my Mother's eyes life's riches are retained and the well that feeds her loving child through her eyes is sustained

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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