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Part 5 Oh Baby!.
“Let me tell you my story,” she told him with a fierceness in her voice. “Terry and I were friends. He liked me. He made that very obvious, but when I asked him if he wanted a relationship he said “No, I have too much I need to work on. It’s not the right timeContinue reading “Part 5 Oh Baby!.”
Finding Anna
To find the peace and happiness That is the gift to other’s bliss And the gift to my own as well. As someone who was never To speak, I learned to shout With another language. Talking alien, I got my point Across the oceans Of inequality.
The Catharsis
Going to fetch my mother And bring her back to help me. It’s bittersweet As I had to humble Myself and ask for help But still to make her feel Needed. For sure, I Can do it on my own But want some nurturing. Hope it doesn’t come to fists But sometimes the trek isContinue reading “The Catharsis”
Who is in Our Dreams?
In all my years I never thought The war would come to pass; Even though I lived in the army show I never thought, alas. The story that sticks well with me Is the one of the farmer girl Who found a fallen soldier In the barn, for sure. She snuck him homemade bread AndContinue reading “Who is in Our Dreams?”
A Trophy
Photo from Naassom Azevedo @nassomz1 of Unsplash
Basking in God’s Grace
Wondering where to go when I was broken . . . With scared steps I entered the church Like a rabbit or a lamb; But I was dirty And ashamed. People were there who truly did care. With rod and staff to be sure, Like a child or a teen. I was reprimanded And shamed.Continue reading “Basking in God’s Grace“
Well, Love, What Do You Have to Say?
“What do you do to calm her down at night,” her father-in-law asked? “I sing to her,” Annie said. “That’s good,” he said. “You can stand in the doorway and sing all night long,” Annie said. That statement put the plug in it. “Mom, please give me a copy of the lullaby you made upContinue reading “Well, Love, What Do You Have to Say?“
Amazing
The idea of a tattoo had been running through her head every day. First, she had wanted a bridge over the stream on her ankle. Then she changed that idea to a stream with seven stepping stones with the letters c-a-l-l-i-n-g on them. Finally, this morning she thought of the man who had picked herContinue reading “Amazing“
Duck, Duck, Goose
I thank photographer Sammie Chaffin for his skill and willingness to share his craft which I found on Unsplash.com
Purple Pennies 