venus, the lady of my garden.
whether she is covered in shadows
of the night, or stands in glory
in her pure white porcelain beauty.
She makes me stop and I reach out
and am in awe of her beautiful stature,
from a piece of marble she was
unfolded and created,
How did he know she was there,
Had she felt trapped,
or was she content in knowing that one day
she would emerge
and be treasured.
think it is a process that
we are all works of art
being molded and sculpted
each and every day,
sometimes rough at the edges,
and other days as smooth as silk.
Life can chip away and graze my skin.,
then as tenderly as a kiss
my strength renewed
and I treasure
Until next time,
Have Your Very Best of Days, of you are Canadian
I hope you get a chance to enjoy
the Canada Long Weekend Festivities.