Roots
Those without roots, always adrift
Never belonging life is makeshift
Wandering roaming, minute fragments
No solidarity with no attachments
Gathering no dust, not settled or part
Of what makes up life, right from the start
Roots give us essence as human beings
Evidence of generations never fleeting
For some it is everything knowing they belong
While for others it just a melody in a song
Covert Novelist 
Love this, my friend!
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Sarah, your a godsend! I appreciate you so much and look forward to your comments. I find that more encouraging than you can imagine. I’m not given to saying when I feel nervous or unsure, I feel it, but don’t say it, so your thoughtful words constantly give me encouragement. Very special indeed.
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I understand. I’m sorry I don’t comment more. Migraines are terrible as of late.
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I’m sorry to hear that, Sarah, I’d hoped they’d stopped. No worries, some do, some don’t. Your I look forward to is all. No buggy. Xoxo
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💖💖
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Ooooooooh! This is fabulous. Wow!
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Love that you enjoyed it 🙂
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It was simply there 🙂
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Fabulous and true Phyllis!
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Thank you, Liza, I enjoyed writing this one. Again as with Blanket it seemed to resonate with many, which of course, delights me as it was close to my heart as well. Bonus!
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Raw and emotional will do that 😉😊
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It does indeed. When there’s a personal emotional involvement it’s there. lol
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Just flows somehow 😊
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