To Be or Never was!
I do recollect this. What I do not recall is. What I remember about it. Flashes of memories. Of Sarah, my mother. The woman the bible Records as my mother. The comfort of holding My sleeping son close. To my body, his father Reassurance I am yet to Know or may never feel. For he is yet to hold me. My emotions as I tussle. The seen and unseen. Promises I could do without. I have no doubt, my home Will never on an Island be. Yet water soothes and calms me. For as it is written, I will reside. For a time, times and a half time In the desert. How awful ironic! For more of Ruth's poetry purchase, Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality.
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