I’m not really a reader of poetry. I wish I was. I think it would be cool to sit in a bookstore, sippy coffee, reading and discussing from a poetry book with all my artsy friends. In this make believe poetry world I would also be wearing a beret and smoking a cigarette. ( I just asked my husband how to spell beret and he looked at me funny)
Who am I kidding this is more me…..
But I had to share this beautiful poem written by a amazingly creative friend Liz Billups.
It makes me cry everytime.
Happy Friday xoxoxo Angela