Andrew Wyeth
POEM FOR SOMEONE WHO IS JUGGLING HER LIFE by Rose Cook
This is a poem for someone
who is juggling her life.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
It needs repeating
over and over
to catch her attention
over and over
because someone juggling her life
finds it difficult to hear.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
Let it all fall sometimes.
I found the poem at Shawna Lemay's blog, Calm Things. If you are needing a little quiet time, wander over and feel the calm enveloping you as you read each post.
Her room by Andrew Wyeth
Solo by Natalie Urazmetova
Calm by Neva Gagliano
Afternoon, Tasman Sea, New Zealand by Chip Hooper
Early morning mist flowing down a valley on the South Downs near Brighton by Finn Hopson
Photo by wariatka at deviantart
Fall Leaves in a Row by Shawna Lemay. See blog here.
POEM FOR SOMEONE WHO IS JUGGLING HER LIFE by Rose Cook
This is a poem for someone
who is juggling her life.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
It needs repeating
over and over
to catch her attention
over and over
because someone juggling her life
finds it difficult to hear.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
Let it all fall sometimes.
I found the poem at Shawna Lemay's blog, Calm Things. If you are needing a little quiet time, wander over and feel the calm enveloping you as you read each post.
Her room by Andrew Wyeth
Solo by Natalie Urazmetova
Calm by Neva Gagliano
Afternoon, Tasman Sea, New Zealand by Chip Hooper
Early morning mist flowing down a valley on the South Downs near Brighton by Finn Hopson
Photo by wariatka at deviantart
Fall Leaves in a Row by Shawna Lemay. See blog here.