Slightly rumpled, slightly grizzled,
endearing with that boyish grin,
a delightful diamond in the rough
stirred the captive heart within.
Arms that stretched to offer comfort,
a chuckle that warmed the soul,
a chance meeting on a Monday
made the broken one feel whole.
Two searching lives intermingled
from another time, a different place,
each drew solace from the other
and found their ease in sweet embrace.
Spring 2000
About Me
- Cheryl Earles
- I inherited the love of music and history from my father and my artistic abilities from my mother. I had a love affair with words from the day I discovered the word Periwinkle - I deemed it the most precious crayon in the box and wouldn’t color with it for fear of destroying its pristine appearance. I cherished every lofty word I came across and used them to create a world that was far, far away from my mundane, every day life in the small town of Bridge City, Texas. The rest can be read under the post titled The Dawning of a Wordsmith. I am also a foodie. Look me up on travelingtines.blogspot.com
