There is a reason, why someone passes
through your life.

 There is a pathway,
In the synapses
of my mind …
There is a step
in the viscera
... Of my life.
There is a place
on the surround of my porch
That only you,
Have brought an enlightening torch.

© jan leree 2012
 
 
Everyone’s life …
Has a treachery and a Climb…
I spend ages of time …
Whimpering about mine …
Until I see the man,
... Who has only hands
with which to reach his life’s pines …

© jan leree 2012
 
 
Bus Ride is a daily tutor.
 
 
Words, are clumsy
As rough as stubble.
Words do nothing but stumble,
With Heaven’s blushing strokes this beautiful.

© jan leree 2012
 
 
Why do I act as if the door on my life has no door knob?
Me to me:
Open the door, Silly!

(c) jan leree 2012
 

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    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and mother . I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy.  I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here.  My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encourage-ment to you.  The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me.  If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so.  Email me at:  janlereewhidden@gmail.com
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