She loved the way she felt
Way up here
Looking out the windows
Seeing the occasional headlights
Breaking through the dark
She loved the way she felt
Way down here
Sitting in the rocking chair
Holding coffee in her hand
Surrounded by the darkness
As it changed to dawn
She loved the way she felt
When she laid down
Memories of many kinds
Formed around her body
Made her smile inside
She loved the way she felt
When she was alone
Way up in the trees
Closer to the God she believes
She loved the way she felt
When she let her words come tumbling
After long last and finally
It felt as if she was breathing
And she loved the way it felt.
Jeanna’ Mead
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