LITTLE SOFT LIGHTS...
BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES
In a darkened room there is a ficus tree
with soft, clear lights glowing to cheer me.
It's raining outside, the sky is gray
the little soft lights inside keep sadness at bay.
On days like this, it's easy to become sad and down
I just turn the lights on the ficus tree, the lamps that sit.. around.
Light is so important to one's mind and soul
We all need it to brighten 'inside', it's worth its weight in gold.
I've been in the darkness many times in my life, I know
how much light means on my path... as I go.
I can see now... my path is free and clear
my son's memory tucked in my heart, feeling him 'near'.
Colors As I Go
grief (32) only child (4) Scary (2) Boiled eggs (1) Distrust (1) Don't call me Faye (1) Dying (1) I hate to be called Faye (1) I'm afraid of the dark (1) Middle age woman (1) Pain that reaches the soul.. can't be seen (1) Running (1) Where did my youth go? (1) dying in a beautiful way (1) life is fragile (1) light on my path (1) my son (1)