In The Morning

In the morning The sun does rise Spreading warmth, beauty Across the skies. Mine to behold Mine to see Mine to be part of Forever, into eternity. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Been

  As I sit here thinking Of what is to be And been My mind wanders to things That have passed, have been. There are no memories As strong as those That I’ve lived Been part of Those that have been. Future dreams that I’ll be living Won’t be...