A Cold Day In Summer 2011

The Coldest Day In SummerThe Day My Mother Died
The Day My Mother Died 

 

She had wisdom; yet, I am wise.

sometimes the witches clashed

not to our surprise

~

Mother, daughter, lives and the time

We believed a mishap

Reality knew all that’s sublime

~

Lessons learned and some not

All underneath us

Lost, not forgot

~

Mother and daughter

Time gone

Springs cleansed the white water

~

It will take us both home.

~

My mother always said, “It is not money that is the root of all evil. No, it is the lack of money that is the evil.”

I believe her now. 

 

 

Life Is Likened To A Forest

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Newer:

Lyrics to My Life Is Likened to a Forest

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering will awaken the leafless tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, just as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a song, about must.
Finding an erotic tune, we’ll sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know more,
Is an invitation, that you, come to re-explore.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, and open as before.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Older version:

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, just as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a poem, about lust.
Finding an erotic tune, we sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know,
Is an invitation, that you, come inside.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, as before.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings