Alchemy
A Poem
One day, when I am old (and I will grow old, as my dreams allow me) This beautiful life laid out behind me (there will be at least a few moments that stand out most) and I know I'll not forget those in which I held in my hands the shattered pieces of my heart And I'll be proudest, how proud I'll be that I always, (always) took all that brokenness, that mangled, metal mess and somehow turned it into love And I'll be proudest, how proud I'll be that I always, (always) turned around, my darlings- I always turned around, and gave that love to you.


May the light and love carry you, always.
Poetic alchemist you are, Laura!