Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (laughter)
An old love that changes and deepens.
An old love that fits like a glove;
rather saggy and stretched, creased and worn but comfortable and strong:
always there, always caring, always true.
Laughter follows you around and fills the void in me.
Your love pours out and over flows into the cracks in my soul.
Your friendship is a safety net strung below me as I tip toe over life's roo...
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:43 pm