The Stars

Do you also look up at the stars, dear friend, and wonder? What can we do but live and make what short time we have lasting and bright. Maybe the stars look down on us and wonder, too. Poem by J. Grace

Woman

Like my mother before me, I was made to create. And only I decide What kind of beauty I will imagine. Poem by J. Grace

Warmth

Each morning My soul is filled with wonder That of all the warmth in the world It is my arms you seek. Poem by J. Grace

Magic

Remember, once upon a time you believed in magic, too. Poem by J. Grace

spring wind

some days I wonder if the windows invite the dust in just so they can feel the wind. Poem by J. Grace

cursive

As I follow the curves and loops of your letter, I find myself entranced by the thought of your hand moving the pen, just so. How I’d like your hand to move me. Poem by J. Grace  

sparks

She didn’t wait for the sparks to catch on; She made her own fire. Poem by Poem by J. Grace

Her

She took down all her dreams from the shelf he had her place them on. Careful of the dusty wings, She cupped them in her hands, and watched the wonder return. Poem by J. Grace