He winds down,
Calling it the end of the day …
Hours before the moon …
While I am still ready to play …

His soul
Is time zones ahead of mine …
Mine comes along,
with the spice and seasoning of time.

He forges into tomorrow …
While I am still lingering in the lessons
of today.
My love and I …
Worlds apart,
yet  …
We may be closer than we’ve ever been.
© jan leree 2012

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    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. 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 encouragement 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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