He is returning and we try,
we encourage each other to remember
our own words.
What matters, if not that we live
by our own words?
We say to forget yesterday.
Each day is new,
another chance to choose.
I choose I tell them they can fly.
Disabilities are not real
and I believe it.
He is returning and we are learning
the meaning of our words,
what it is to forgive.
Forgiveness is not only to forget.
Forgiveness is to love.
Love sees he is flying.
Love knows he never left.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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