All I need to pass the time
and lose my thoughts of
reason and rhyme
are brushes and ink and
blocks of wood
to color and press onto
paper so good.
Each cut true, my work of art
I place and glue and
savor each part.
This gift of mine is
more than a craft
it’s a memory, a moment,
a time that we laugh.
Now I share what I have made
at a time I was quiet
a time that I played.
May a smile cross your face
when this card you first see
it is sent with the hope
we are all we can be.
-- Pauline Whitchurch
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