and trying to take a picture with one hand
is yet another struggle
i'll rest again and hope
for more strength
the yard is barren with hope
waiting for the new life to come
the roses that i miss so much
have the tiny sprouts
that will bring the lush and beautiful soon
the tiny violets, remnants of my childhood
lay quietly in the cold ground
i can't bend to pick them
so will put that on the list
for a visitor
i want their beauty near me
to remind me of life to come
the clouds float by my window
sun is shining brightly after the rain
i will breathe in the new day
and pray for sunshine in my heart....
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