Ambling
through life's orchards
picking the plums
growing above our head
to hold oh so gently
against a yearning heart.
Choosing for ourselves
the choices of fruit
to keep for our very own.
Nature intends and extends
to us fruits of love.
If tended, well nurtured
and pruned with care,
the plums we harvest
in our life's gardens
will be fulfilling.
Filling our lives with joy.
I reach out, hand open
toward you hopeful
a friendship will develop.
For every female
is a potential sister
if we meet her with an
open and loving heart.
A contest entry
- AP Family by piccola.
450 points, ended August 18, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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This is beautiful and we cannot have too many sisters. I have only one in real life and we cling to each other. Thank you for your entry. You will find yourself on my page as soon as I get the time. I'm re-modeling LOL
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