My Sunday morning here exactly 4:44 AM, and it is her Saturday night... Our time difference is not a hindrance to sing the lullaby of our hearts... Hanging lullaby... (with Deborah Brooks Langford) My thoughts were enveloped by the continuous flowing spring of commitments with no end while life is still being lived and savored by... The inevitable worries and rushing of time are entwined with my days as they come to me and pass by... As I flocked my strong wings from place to place..it helped me see things broad and sweeping...I dream that the sun will stay and will always shine. It is bright, and its beams are still by my side. But the globe we're dwelling in is round. It rolls against time...I can't hold the luminous beams of light leaving me..yet the moon appears at night to comfort me with its calm crimson hue... I saw the stars competing for their glitters, and some became my friends too. They were smiling at me as I slumber at night, dreaming once more what is b...

Susan Joyner-Stumpf... If only a blank paper will show my most accurate feelings within... I know it expresses more than ink splattered on a blank sheet of paper... You can still read my heart as you were born quiet and pretty smart that without words you can feel me and even you close your eyes you can see me. Susan... I am unfortunate...  Yes...I am As you're not so very well nowadays... I know you see my tears though we are separated by the vast lands and seas... That even without saying a single word,  you can read me.. as it is not about my ink but my strongest desire wishing the happiness and wellness of your being.  No matter how I fill this blank paper, I know it wouldn't still be enough to express to you my sincerest and truthful heart wrapped with gratitude. You molded me to become who I am today.  You gave me the title " Mistress of Words" I feel more than I deserved in this world... Susan, your words are like the magic of a silver spring cascadi...

ONE OF A KIND (To Helen Sarita for her Birthday) Mistress of words, you’ve stolen my heart. One after another, better than before Learned to admire that beautiful Soul Another one Like It I’ll never know How lucky in a world of billions do I find one A friend who has my back, who empathizes with My beginning will be there to the END. Happy Birthday, Helen Sarita, in so many ways But it’s my birthday too for having met you ~ you see Each day a blessing. I thank the Lord. May this Day be as impressive as the day you were born. From me, from all of us, loving you so dear. Can’t bear to think of life without you, fills me with fear Don’t be anyone but who YOU are Mistress of Words A GLOWING, Poetic Star! ~ Susan Joyner-Stumpf (Copyright Protected, 10/2/2017