The rose.
She bowed her head in prayer …
She was carried through the silence of night,
In her tears…
She was held through her cries,
... With a whisper…
She was grounded to earth,
by a thin weighted line of glory.
Her head was lifted, on the breeze
in the morning dew…
To tell her story…

© jan leree 2012

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    Photographer: Benjamin Ashlock


    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:


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