According to the words in the Bible, The womb is where our life callings originate, Before we were formed in our mother’s wombs, God had set us apart and determined our fate. The passion for teaching consumed me early, As young as age eleven or, maybe, I was twelve. I would gather my cousins on... Continue Reading →
Stormy weather days. Seems like sunny days won't come. But storms always pass. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: stormy weather.
Pause from busyness. Your world needs you whole and hale. Rest your tired body. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: pause.
It's like a fever! Girls being fierce and able. Don't stop the movement. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: fierce and fever.
I didn't attend my 50th high school reunion! My oldest daughter is upset and ashamed that I chose not to go, even after she offered to drive me and attend it with me. I couldn't get her to understand that it just wasn't important to me to be in the middle of a group of... Continue Reading →
Hiding in the closet, a book in her hands, Janie mentally escaped from the fighting and screaming of her parents. As a precocious five year old, she could disappear into far-away places when reading books, safe in their pages. The years passed, and she married and became the parent. Life was mildly sardonic, seemingly filled... Continue Reading →
Where did the years go? So much that never occurred. It's unreal that I'm in my sixties, My life seems to have passed in a blur. But I am thankful for memories Of events that I didn't miss. And I am still young enough To take a few more risks. Written for 50 Word Thursday... Continue Reading →
My feet were held to the fire, By someone I thought I could trust. When I could no longer bear the pain, I knew my life I needed to adjust. So, I called out to my Creator, Lord, this is not the love I sought. He answered and saved my life, For by His blood... Continue Reading →
Written in response to challenge from Patricia's Place, In Other Words, a poem or prose of 5 lines or less, using the picture and/or the word spy as inspiration. Looking through the bushes to the other side, I spot a lovely chameleon, cute to my wandering eyes. I wonder if she'd be interested in plain... Continue Reading →
The struggles you have endured attest to the granite in your soul! Written for One Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill.
Help from Heaven 