Helena

Helena

A Poem by Morning Song

 

 

Her gentle whispers are the key, that

 

Entreats our creativity

 

Lifting us,

 

Encouraging us

 

Nursing our pens and our poetry

 

Always, to be the best that we can be.

 

 

 

Thank you, dear friend, for all that you have done and continue to do for us.

 

 

 

We just luvs you to pieces!!!

 

© 2008 Morning Song


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This poem about Helena is so sweet and kind. She definitely fits into the description that you have made of her and I love the way you have made it short but powerful.
Kudos to you Jeri :)
Salaam

Posted 14 Years Ago


what I admire most about Helena is the way she gives everything 100% and her humor, and magic,
helena is awsome and has been a dear friend of mine for a few years, she is priceless.
I think you described her perfectly jeri

Posted 15 Years Ago


Lovely! and well deserved! :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


You're very lucky, Helena. A beautiful poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


There is no one like Helena! It is she who makes my trips to the Cafe so much fun. Her helpul ways, her great poetry, her warm personality, her ability to smile and make others smile through her words. Thank you, my new and dear friend!

Sal

Posted 16 Years Ago


Oh goodness me....now you've got me reaching for that box of kleenex....gulp...

I am very humbled by this lovely acrostic Jerriberrie! So beautifully done,
I just love it. (In to my favourites it goes!) lol

Look truly, I don't deserve this....I do nothing, but get SO much out the
the Cafes' and my sweet poet friends here, more than anyone would ever know.

So kind of you to pen this my friend, I appreciate it.

THANK YOU !

Hugs and Love
Helena

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Morning Song
Morning Song

Sacramento, CA



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Come on in. I've got the coffee pot on. Just kick off your shoes, grab a chair, and bring me your poems. And hugs are on the house.......Jeri more..

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