upon meeting more Angels....

... was a late summers day...

an invite for the basics...

... we languished and lounged...

... spoke of old words ...

spoke of old time... yet...

this was the first meeting...

... hopefully not the last...

... hopefully the first of many...

... she always smiled said this angel...

... not a mischeivous smile... it was a strong smile..

this angel was marga...

I always shared.....

.... Invited you in....
..... Showed you "me".. Showed my soul, my scars ... My life...
... I retain my heart... It's mine... all mine...
Forgive me not sharing it.... I always share...
Have my icecream... Drink my wine...
....take my hand....
... share my stories....
... Laugh my laughs...
... Just leave my heart...
...Nobody takes a broken appliance home...