I am going to visit the Atlantic Ocean, That awesome wonder of nature I've sorely miss. I'm looking forward to seeing that beautiful blue And staring out where the horizon and the sky kiss. I hope it remembers this woman who loves it dearly, As I linger for days in the place that I chose,... Continue Reading →
Time can slip away! Speak of love and care today. No better moment! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challeng #346: Slip and Time. Tomorrow is promised to us!
Although his head had lost its hair, I was so proud of the man he portrayed. The cancer that caused him to go bald Couldn't alter him into someone staid. As he listened to the awful diagnosis, He was glad that the doctor didn't deceive About the very real difficulties that he faced. He asked... Continue Reading →
Sweetwater Creek State Park, Georgia These four seats together reminded me of the time when we could meet together and sit and shoot the breeze with loved one. They seem to be at least six feet apart, which means we still possibly could! I loved just the thought of that happening. Posted for the Pull... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I took our second dose of the Pfizer Covid vaccine today. So far, we are both feeling alright. We learned that it will take about another two to three weeks for the full effectiveness of the vaccine, and that we must continue to wear masks and social distance. Douglas has declared March 1... Continue Reading →
From FreeImages.com Once the storms blow past, Birds take to the air again! We should do likewise! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Bird and Blow. I thought about taking back our power after the difficulties of life pass.
A Very Narrow Bridge on the White Trail at Sweetwater Creek State Park I have regained my initial goal weight of 125 pounds, and now I plan to move toward my new goal of 120 pounds. It will not be until I am about 122 pounds that I won't be considered overweight. For me to... Continue Reading →
Photo by Ellie Burgin on Pexels. com Mila felt lost in her sadness at having to move again, this time for her mother's work. Her father promised her that it will be the last move, just one more new school to conquer. As she walked in the woods, she felt the heaviness of the moment... Continue Reading →
There's no generation of women before me to consult, For I am the matriarch of the family, the oldest female. It's a role I embrace joyfully, as healer, the wiper of tears, And as the repository of ancient stories by which I was regaled. Written for the D'Verse Quadrille #121 from D'verse Poets Pub. The... Continue Reading →
Michael from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie requested that this week we compose a response to the prompt: Finding Something Forgotten. Once, I dared to leave my hometown and travel life's roads alone when I was just 24 years old. I was clad with only my hope in God. I wanted to prove the skeptics wrong, those who... Continue Reading →
