The Heart of my heart

The heart of my heart
important to my wellbeing,
warms me by his choosing.
Beats like as drum,
rhythmic as it goes on.
Sings songs of praise,
holds unto me. Comforts
in my moment of need.
Dances with the breeze
like poppies in a field,
symbolic of our love, blossomed
from care 'til I became certain,
realized his importance.
Rested peacefully with him.



"The Cry of our Children."
Poems by Ruth Garnes
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The Cry of our Children: Poems by Ruth Garnes


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