Sunday, 12 May 2013


Peace, dear Mother
The day is nearly over
And it takes many
to make a lifetime

You do well
the things that mould a heart
The tiny parts that
make up the eternal whole

The things of least significance
are, in fact, the most.

It's not worry and striving
that will change the world,
But cut-up apple,
a good amount of dirt
And a peaceful home.


  1. So true and so beautifully put. A lullaby and a good night kiss and all is right with the world.

  2. Loving your poetry Jodi. Beautifully said.

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  4. Beautiful, Jodi. Hugs to you today!

  5. As I eat this here cut up apple. Hope you had a sweet one!


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