Like a tree

I have grown

Bent by many intemperate winds

I remain straight and tall

On my way to seek the light

To live a

Straining, striving, struggling on,
To be the best I can,
But measured next to Holy God,
I need a different plan.

Dropping coins

My best self 

was a happy person.

She smiled and laughed.

My best self

was a great mom

who was  compasssionate

My best self may have departed a lifetime ago,
And now just a hollow shell remains behind;
To wallow among souvenirs of yesteryear,

For Hire! To whom it may concern
Owner of the post I do submit
Summation of my art hard learn’d
And labors to which