From the Heart
The softness of the young is something to behold, as all too soon life toughens the gentleness of youth. What was soft and trusting, transforms itself into something else completely. Let each transformation that occurs stand for something and may each line that grows be in your smile.
~ Liza
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There is something about age that is so rich. A depth of experience, woven with intrigue and scattered with nuggets of wisdom. Whether we are of the same kind or come from the same place, it is impossible not to feel humble in the presence of age.
~ Liza
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I see a hand that’s withered,
frail and getting old.
Clinging onto memories,
some stories left untold.
The table that you sit on,
an ancestor for sure.
Down into the forest,
there’ll be many more.
Once you waved from branches,
now crumbling away.
A topic of the artists mind,
in his art you’ll stay.
~ Liza
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We soften with age, there is a gentleness that comes through understanding. Experience softens our edges and soothes our colours so we are able blend into a new world.
~ Liza
And so the light is fading, the winters drawing near.
The summer sun is dimming, the days are not as clear.
I’m thankful for my summer, the joy along the way.
And now the winters drawing in, shorter are my days.
With winter comes warm fires, dying embers in the grate.
Like memories that fade away, even now when I’m awake.
But I’m thankful for the days we had, the joy along the way.
If only the summer sun would wait, for just a few more days.
