Originally posted on Wordsmith's Desk:
It’s not how you treat me when I am in the room,
but rather if you even think of me when I’m not.
It’s not how you treat me on my birthday,
but how you treat me on all of my un-birthdays.
It’s not how you think you care about me,
but that you show me that you care.
It’s not how much time we spend together,
but rather the memories that remain.
Of all the things that you think might matter,
The above thoughts are what really matter.
I have known you.
I float through your cloud.
You are mine.
by Martha L Shaw © 7-31-2015
The happy little dandelion
growing in the field
smiled toward heaven
all the while.
No one ever said
“you’re just a weed”
so he had no doubt
that he was loved.
there is a lesson
here for me?
by Martha L Shaw © 7-29-2015
A pot filled with weeds
oh so bravely faced the sun
and a rose appeared
By Martha L Shaw – © 7-28-2015 Words and image