Rural Living Poems on Coffee Photography

I can capture the moment of a lifetime, my camera and I. Telling the story within the picture, watching the time fly by. I see with my soul, the moment at hand, and my words just flow on through. I'm a photojournalist, but not a professional, just a simple stay-at-home mother. My duty to be is simply just me, the quiet journal keeper. I can tell you the secrets, and tell you the stories of the love I hold so dear. I promise you'll see my journal will be ever so sincere. I'm a mother, I'm a lover, and a blessed farmer's wife.  I'm a preacher and a teacher to my children's life. I'm a cook, I'm a cleaner I'm a follower of Christ.  I'm 51, growing old, and scared of what the future holds. I'll leave a legacy when I die.  Open my journal, you'll laugh and cry. I I've walked in the rain when my soul was dying, and the sun-dried up my tears. I'm a flower within, where beauty began,  and my self-esteem appeared. I'm not looking for fame or even fortune, just a friend to confide.  My life is an example that everyone is special, Just spread your wings and fly.