I am reblogging this post with the news that Mr. Thor, our beloved rottie has a mass in his chest.
Nothing left to do except love and love some more 💔
Foreboding clouds
Moving in the sky
Forecasting things to come
A tear will cry
Hearts will be forsaken
A way of life will die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Terrible things happen
In terrible times
Suffer and subjugate
Seems to be the way of life
In this certainly
Not a nursery rhyme.
Will I persevere
Will I see the light?
Questions, answers
Not seen tonight.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way
Maybe then joy will be
The cloud I ride upon
Spiriting me away.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Uplifting a life, mine or another
Feeling less anger, strife
With each endeavour.
No one is perfect
No one lives on their own
We are all connected in life
Our world, nothing is alone.
Savour each leaf, honour an insect
Going about it’s business
Unbeknown to the beaver floating
In the creek.
We are all connected
We all need to be uplifting, loving
One another no matter
Our way of life, our beliefs.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Foreboding clouds
Moving in the sky
Forecasting things to come
A tear will cry
Hearts will be forsaken
A way of life will die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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