Where We Would Be

Rare is the word,
playing lightly across the page,
That has not first formed itself
from the Muse
And burst to life,
passed the lips of another.

What words read,
cannot be traced
to a Grandparent's knee
And tracked
from one teacher who spoke softly
And followed
from a friend for life?

Our words.
These words.
Are based on a conversation.
The Muse is among us.

Rare is the word,
played lightly across the page,
That has not first formed itself
from the Muse.
Where would we be?
Where we would be

[Jae]

Yes! Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!!

[Annie D]

☺ a fine birthday I am told 😋

[Amrita]

Happy Birthday Kevin! :)

[Lisa Poland]

Happy Birthday!

[Louise & Ken]

Oh, Kevin, I was away too long!!! Belated Happy Birthday and may you have 365 Happy Days to fill this year of yours!

[Kevin Wallace]

@lifepause Ah! You made it so ♡ Thanks!!

[Kevin Wallace]

@annied Certainly was!

[Kevin Wallace]

@amrita21 Thank you, Ma'am!!

[Kevin Wallace]

@homeschoolmom Thanks, Lisa!

[Kevin Wallace]

@Weezilou With folks like you to follow, there's no doubt! Thank you ♡