Just writing what comes to mind.

Again, I’m not one for descriptions, however, this poem goes along with my most previous submission and a few other to come.

All gone in the blink of an eye.

In the midst of April, there comes a day of reckoning with the IRS.

So much devastation with the earthquakes, fires, tornadoes, hurricanes. When will it end?

What would you do?

I really miss seeing my children, who are up in Alaska!

No description required.

I wish you knew what you wanted.

Beautiful Lines 67.