A little girl lost in time
Frustrated and angry . . .wanted to hide
Years go by and life unfolds
The little girl has much to behold
Events, situations, memories galore
Some are precious, some knock her to the floor
Strength and courage she drudges on
The path winds and tangles at each new dawn
Having acceptance . . .
now each holding a special place in her heart
Her heart is filled with inner peace
Seems life has granted her a new lease
Her biggest wish, to share her joy
With those she loves, like a brand new toy
Ever so thankful for each days gift
Angels among us, they do lift
Love and pride, compassion and joy
are wonderful gifts that she does see
Above all else, so happy to be me!
- Laura Davey, June 2009
I never paid as much attention as I should have in Mr. Johnson's 10, 20, 30 English classes. Something about Shakespeare bored me to tears. As a result of not giving my full attention to English in High School, poetry is not my forte - however, Natalie made me do it! I wrote this at 'The Quest' retreat in June 2009. Nestled among the mountains of King's Fold with an old friend (I'm not talking age) and some wonderful new friends.