Ma toute belle,

Ma toute belle,

sisters of blood, sisters of love, sisters of choice



Sisters don't need words.
They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles
and frowns and winks
- expressions of shocked surprise
and incredulity and disbelief.
Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs
- that can undermine
any tale you're telling.
Pam Brown

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is great!
Thanx for sending me this link. I will remember you for PMP Tuesday.

Anonymous said...

Dearest Claudine, Sister Peaceful Thank you so much this is beautiful,really missing your song on the mountain...........Love to visit Plumpiemousie the creativity the colours are so soothing.....Thinking of you and send much loving energy your way.......

Love and gentle light to you

Diamond

Anonymous said...

Peaceful,
This speaks to the heart. You are a Teacher of Peace! Your paw prints on the Mountain are indellible. Here comes a steady stream of PMP to light your path wherever it may lead you.

Thank you, sweet sister,
Somawolf

Anonymous said...

So enjoyed this poem, Peaceful! You have some of the bestest quotes ever!!

Love from your little sister,
Prairie Star