Fall From Grace
The light of the sun warms me as I drink hot dark coffee.
The trees stand still and sway not in the cool morning air.
Another day I have lived.
Lived and not failed.
Lived and not regretted.
Lived and not died.
Remnants of my life lay scattered through this house, a photo on the wall, books , a dried flower from the garden.
I will smile.
I will let tears of hope, wonder and joy express my happiness.
For a woman like me who has fallen from grace.
To be loved by a man like you with perfect love.
Debbie
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