The Treasure
I kiss her cheek and smile soft
her spirit brightens so to loft
and in the moment both understand
that for all time nothing is banned
The grace of youth becomes a tale told
and her eyes reflect the joy grown old
I treasure her for the gift she has been
and hope I become the same now and then
Good Morning one and all!!!!!!!!!!
Happy July
Good morning again, JOHNN.
Thanks for bringing your poem to the July thread.