You Make Each Day By Holding-hands With Picture and Thoughts#14
Poem: Wreaths by Francis Edwards
Wine the branches around and around in a perfect circle of love…
Wrapped in goodness and kindness…
Where we hang our hearts at home or other.
Working your magic to give a message…
Wait to complete that love to give…
We will all receive.
Well done to display the season upon…
Wealth to know and share…
Welcome here within with grace.
Weathers the storm in face of chill…
Waiting to prove ourselves or others…
Weak not be.
Wind and snow…
Won’t hurt…
What’s made from love and devotion.
With sincere…
Wishes to remember…
We…
Want to say.
Winding path…
Way to door or grave…
Wreaths will address the eternal gift.
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