What happiness can arrive when sunlight's retreat paints leaves cherry crush, berry swirl butterscotch eye candy walking through an ordinary Monday your hand in mine, we breathe the awe street lined masterpieces colored by a lack of chlorophyll less of something created more today © Ali Grimshaw 2020 Another yummy tree in my Portland, Oregon neighborhood.
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“What we carry defines who we are. And the effort we make is our legacy.” ~Mitch Albom
I carry your laugh. How it starts small, a rolling whisper then snowballs to a full round of roaring joy. I carry your hands. How your fingers thread mine snug and loose at the same time woven. I carry your story memories holding me gently close while always leaving breathing room growth space for my expansion. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse Open Link Night #321 - HERE.
They called her crazy an attempt to freeze her with jeers, never understanding that she chose to avoid too much comfort. Empathy would always be her closest friend. Arm in arm, they would walk in sandals through November frost. Warmed only by desire for connection. A step toward those who had no shoes. © Ali Grimshaw 2020
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