( Friday May 27 8:20 am 2011)
I can see my truth budding in the spring of my life
But I still find myself puzzled by all that surrounds me
There are shades of colors among my petals
I can hardly see any more of the shades of gray that ruled my world
I am the queen
I am the poetess of light
And i seem to be holding a mirror up to the colors of my rays
(This beautiful painting was given to me by my youngest daughter for my 44th birthday and the flower she did another day and i put it on top of the painting)
I LOVE the painting, I LOVE your shoes, I can see you walking all over with them my friend, I wish I could be on them.
…..and I love the flowers at your desk, a desk without YOUR flowers, is like food without salt.
love, love, love,
me
My sweet angel, hello, how i have missed reading your words…. i know it has only been a couple days, but you spoiled me.
Gorda, yes, you know i love my flowers….
I wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish you were here next week on June 8th…. it is my first poetry reading night…. in a fantastic place called Cafe Arabia…. downstairs is a nice cafe and upstairs they have art exhibits and book readings and well bahareh poetry readings. I know you will be with me… But wish i could see your smile in the crowd of 2 (you and I) or 20. miss miss miss. Me
I am there, I will be there. I can already sense you reading, I’m already celebrating for you. I am so happy this is happening and making you so happy. I will always be there.
I love you. June 8, June 8 will be the DAY. I love you.
I promise as i read, there will be one poem that i will read with you in my mind and in my soul.
I know you will hear me in those 2 minutes with in your heart beats.
It is fantastic to have you in my life.