So, the little things are what truly matter in the end-a poem for DJ

Listening to endless droning about my crazy job Taking the car to get repairs Calling to make sure I am in the Uber and safe Drying tears over feelings hurt once again An impromptu lunch to celebrate a small success Trying new things like apple picking to celebrate my traditions Buying me more new reads…

So, it’s poetry time again:):)

Shattered You've been through the storm Your heart has been bruised You didn't want to trust But in love you can't choose We met by chance Neither one of us prepared We became fast companions The past could not compare You dove in and tried You gave your all from the start Not knowing what…