A poem written by my youngest. Erynn is just 10 years of age, biologically speaking. Spiritually speaking she is an old soul. I learn so much from her on a daily basis. She is very wise, yet generally abundantly joyful. Sometimes, I have to wonder where her insights come from? I think we are going to enter this one into a poetry competition for a national magazine for her.
"I Sit ..."
I sit on the day where my solomn parents once played.
I sit where nothing made sense.
Knowing I am no match for what I have to face.
The days keep coming by.
I sit where my life was broken.
@2011 Erynn J. Smith. All Rights Reserved.
Please take a moment to visit the photographer's site for the above photo. Dorothea Lange is so very talented. Her work is stunning and thought provoking.
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