peace found
alone
in the wee hours
of the morning
quiet time
writing poems
reading your poems
listening to music
looking at my nan's jug
filled with nasturtiums
reflecting on the past
remembering my beautiful boys
enveloped in a mountain of pillows
on a big soft bed
finally dozing off
finally dozing off
So lovely, Rall - such poignant memories. I love the beautiful jug of flowers. So pretty.
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