Times up, the bell rings…suddenly an old woman screams.
There no one here, it’s all in my head?
Perhaps I’m asleep and it’s just one of those dreams.
Times up, the bell rings but this time I wake and hear the birds sing.
Original art , poetry and thoughts by Isteb
Jerry Oak. Planted with love for mom by the family.
In loving memory of Dad (Jerry).
Times up, the bell rings…suddenly an old woman screams.
There no one here, it’s all in my head?
Perhaps I’m asleep and it’s just one of those dreams.
Times up, the bell rings but this time I wake and hear the birds sing.
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