A poem highlighting the beauty of shared experiences amid nature’s hidden lives.
My sister and I used to sing
Her on the piano ,me with the voice I bring
To Easter songs and such
Like ," Up, from the grave, He arose "
We did that for much
of our lives. But
Have led different lives
As we grew and thrived
But on Easter Sunday
This past weekend day
There was on my phone
A message that I'm not alone
I still have my sister's Love
A song from our past like a passing dove
"Up from the grave ,He arose "
Thank you , Caro !
Oh, beautiful! Thank you for sharing, Theresa!
I love thinking of the world in terms of many small kingdoms everywhere. So wonderful 💖💖
Thank you, Grace!
Thank you yet again for another beautiful piece of poetry 🙏
I’m so glad you like it!
My sister and I used to sing
Her on the piano ,me with the voice I bring
To Easter songs and such
Like ," Up, from the grave, He arose "
We did that for much
of our lives. But
Have led different lives
As we grew and thrived
But on Easter Sunday
This past weekend day
There was on my phone
A message that I'm not alone
I still have my sister's Love
A song from our past like a passing dove
"Up from the grave ,He arose "
Thank you , Caro !
Oh, beautiful! Thank you for sharing, Theresa!
I love thinking of the world in terms of many small kingdoms everywhere. So wonderful 💖💖
Thank you, Grace!
Thank you yet again for another beautiful piece of poetry 🙏
I’m so glad you like it!