She lives
Nine hundred and counting
Fire in her chest
struggling for breath
She lives
Hair singed
her veil is lifted
exposing her heart
She lives
Buttresses flying
gargoyles still grimacing
holding her place
She lives
Ageless beauty
timeless strength
Built for survival from birth
She lives
Tattered and worn
becoming more real
through love and care
She lives, she breathes, she stands
she loves – lady of our
hearts.
French a-Musing 
Kate, you are amazing. I’ve known you for decades but I never knew the poetry that runs through you. So glad you’re sharing it now! XO Laura
Your comment touches my heart, my friend. Thank you!
Capturing a tragedy in a profoundly moving and hopeful way❤️P
😘
You are surely in the right place, doing the right thing!
Yes! I agree!
Beautiful!
Thanks, Gerri! Hope you and Fred are doing well!
Just beautiful, Kate!
Thanks so much, Karen – helps me to believe in trying my hand at writing poetry!
💔 Beautiful and deeply touching 😢
❤️☀️❤️
Such nice feedback…thank you!
Amen
Beautiful and inspiring poem! ❤️❤️❤️
Lovely poem about Notre Dame. How far are you from Paris?
All the way in the south of France, about 4 hours by train.
Kate, hopefull and touching. Your creativity continues to flow in spectacular ways
Thank you, Bethany – your saying that means a lot to me. 🙂
Wow!!!!!