We picture frames from life while growing old.
Some cherished times of love, though pictures old
the mem’ries warm the heart as times grow cold.
That smiling one, a toddling little flame
of energy, rambunctious, full of flame
now smothered in the grave that bears her name.
My Dad, that one...a farmer, loved the land.
He taught me to give thanks and bless the land,
what matters most is love... I understand.
And that is of a woman from before
the dance when shattered mind destroyed before...
She walks a shelled out mother, wife no more.
A treasured past of pictures, happy days
to warm the life of present, stumbling maze.
Janet lives in rural Suffolk, Virginia with her husband, Randy. She loves the fresh air and space of country living. She works as a Registered Nurse in surgery. She is a mother of one and grandmother of two.