Thoughts

Yesterday is gone

Today not far behind

All become one

In the pages of our mind

Life is but a moment

Written in the book of time

If we could only stop it

If life would only rhyme

Loving is a dream

A gentle, sweet caress

But it is what it seems

Is it more....or less?

By: My mom
Diane Jennings

The Flower

A beautiful thing is the flower.

A wonder to behold.

The many colors did nature shower,

It's petals to unfold.

In cool of morn, it's buds unfurl,

In promise of beauty foretold,

Blossoms open to tell the world,

Of exotic perfumes untold.

In dark of night on breezes waft.

The scents of time immortal.
Fragrances that drift so soft,

Through window, door, and portal.

By: My mom

Diane Jennings

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Friends or lovers.
Which will last longest,
In the end,
One must be strongest.

By: My mom
Diane Jennings

Mysteries

Years...gone in moments.

Seconds that seem like years.

Life...gone in one last breath.

Birth....a joyous beginning.

Dim light, but is it dawn or dusk?

Darkness, but somewhere there is light.

Sunlight, but darkness waits to take over.

Stars....how many?

Can they even be counted?

Footprints, no one in sight.

Who has gone before?

Alone, or do the shadows move?

Love or hate, who can tell?

Alive, but for how long?

Dead, but does death last forever?

Words on paper, will anyone ever read them?

Eternity, how long does it last?

Such are the mysteries of life.

By: My mom, Diane Jennings