He travels many miles.
He stops only to find the birds have eaten the crumbs he dropped along the way.
The countless meals he ate in silence.
He knows now that there is no map to return.
He finds a new road.
He finds himself as one with isolation.
Peace reassures him that,
He is on the right path.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
In between classes, it’s nice to find a shade tree, and bench for resting.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Jake my son you have
Always been so much fun
Anything to help mom
Your motto when you were young
College glows from your face
Your happiness its trace
You’re a blessing
My heart smiles
Knowing you’ve become
A great son with
Your clouded guitar
You outshine
The brightest star
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{GET OFF MY CLOUD}
My dear son Jake Je T’aime
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