My fear rides side by side
My confidence, it’s true
Two horses riding neck to neck
Which one will pull me through?
The problems I’ve been faced with
That I never did let go
Recycle in my world at large
And my fear begins to grow
Is it just another passing chance?
To acknowledge what’s not seen?
A way to move me forward
‘Stead of staying in-between?
3/25/15
Tag: Personal
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)