for Cristi
Past winters, she was
a solitary stick,
heckled by wind
and a jumble of
unwelcome weather.
But she bewildered the
misguided opposition
(and even herself) with
a dazzling testament
to a hidden & beautifully
unapparent life.
Michael James Fitzgerald
Your poetry is dazzling. Sadly, people today don’t do much poetry; or they’ll call sense-distorted-rhymed-lines poetry. I’m glad I found your site, and wish you and your family all the best. I’m now a (77 year old writer/widow/caregiver/Mormon) follower 🙂
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Thank you so much for following!
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