Courtesy of Others ~
In Sigyn's Honor
Lady of Grace
Your love permeates my home as sure as
the fragrance of incense on your altar.
My home becomes yours.
My heart for you to see and soothe, nurture, and heal.
You wipe my dirty, tear stained face.
You brush my hair, set me down,
my soul to tenderly groom.
Sigyn, I have naught to offer but my love;
and you make that enough.
Salena Levy (aka Anderson)
This work by Salena Levy is licensed under a
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