Lost, not Found


Today I can’t wait to share with you a poem I just wrote called
“Lost, not Found.”

This is a short poem, but sometimes it is those few lines that touch us deeply.

I hope you like it!

Lost, not Found

A bird,

whose nest is the moon,

flies among the stars,

looking for it’s hatchling.

It’s hatchling is Time,

calling out though the eons,

as a falling star.

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“You are never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read, to a child.” -Dr. Seuss

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