deedeewisdom

Four P’s (For Peace)

When haunts of this life
Come forth with a sting
I go to a place with a comforting ring

The place contains things that begin with “P”
I’ll spell them out so you can see

The first is piano I learned as a child
To sit and play
Makes life less wild

The second, my plants
They adorn every room
They soak up sunshine and drive out the gloom

The third are my photos
They’re framed in delight
The smiles they capture bring joy to my life

The fourth are my poems
They come from so deep
The gift arrives swiftly
Sometimes out of sleep

These four “P’s” are precious
Indeed I must say
They also bring to me

Much peace for today

Diane Findlen Garrow