Day 300 – Wednesday, March 8, 2017
300 Poems
Three hundred days,
That’s three hundred poems,
And some kind of record to me
I started this writing,
To hold my art soul;
Not knowing how right I would be
We do what we must,
To hold onto things,
Desires and visions so deep
When unforeseen changes,
Do alter your plans,
And darkness will rise from its sleep
But writing poetic,
Brings calming prophetic,
Where photos and words willing rise
It’s keeping me true,
My daily to-do,
And holding the dream in my eyes
© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow,
-Mo