Eighty children.. twenty mothers.. blood to purpose known.. weighty men and older brothers.. smiling home doors shown..
Mary tender years of longing.. planned love sure and wild.. husband gentle.. clever fighter.. for her.. for her child..
Rocky would get cocky but Mary showed him peace.. seconds fated passed in understanding.. thus released..
Come time said in book and rhyme.. now naked alive.. each second beckons with a true.. to understand.. survive..
Even up each empty cup.. full if one can see.. strongest safe is understanding.. settle easy free..
Scary come when Mary ventured out to mental flight.. called out from a strange place.. how she was not seeing right..
Man who sat a corner with harmonica and wine.. reason come when Mary asked him home to talk and dine..
Asked him what he dreamed of owning.. how he made his gold.. his answer ‘never judge or blame.. find warm for the cold’..
Never gonna mean much all that social fashion.. style.. our world home gentle easy.. brings to seconds lived to smile..
Dreams wrapped in a story set in heart released in mind.. rushing flow of glory.. warm seconds love may find..
Thought.. ‘dreams wrapped in harmless love.. may find origin in as many ways as one may think.. bringing such to fruition.. shared in the second.. understood for the years’.. Peace Tony 🙂