Lost without knowing why, Love can fade away. It must be nurtured With grateful words each day. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #157 from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Fade, and we are asked to write a poem or prose in eactly 17 words.
You weren't like any other mother in the neighborhood. That caused me some embarrassment, for I wanted you to imitate the moms I saw on television, who, ironically, were white. Your quiescent moods seemed so unmaternal to my teenage mind, so I was too embarrassed to invite people to our home. Yes, you were an... Continue Reading →
Matthew 15:25-28 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said. He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great... Continue Reading →
Caroline was looking forward to a house full of children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren for Mother's Day this year. But, now she just hopes to hear the telephone ring, to know that her family members still care. She has lived long enough to know that what matters is love, in any form. Written for Three Things... Continue Reading →
“I gave up on feeling brave a long time ago.” Ginny was explaining to her friend, Leah, about her decision to not marry a man whom she didn't love. Yes, Keith was rich and outgoing, and marrying him would certainly be seen a a great thing for her, as her mother continues to remind her... Continue Reading →
He wasn't, by any means, a young flame, So, he didn't have time for mind games. Times past, I was always the blame, But accusations from him never came. With compassion, his love he framed In ways that dispelled of hurtful claims. Blessedly, our faith and hope are the same, So, we have love without... Continue Reading →
Lovely Spain, Portugal, and Italy, I will miss you dearly this year! For the last five years, my husband and I have arrived on one of your doorsteps or a combination of you three. time You deliveredon your promise to show us a good time and welcome us with hospitality! I will miss taking hours... Continue Reading →
Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie My father said that Jack would never make anything of himself, as he spent so much time day-dreaming and little time actually doing. But, I loved sitting in his old goldish brown car listening to his poetry that seemed as sweet as candy hearts full of hugs and kisses. Jack made... Continue Reading →
Photo by La Miko in Pexels. com. Mattie and I sit on the shore alone, Wrapped together to fight the damp. I am content to sit here with her, Before we head back to our camp. All I need is her unconditional love, A pot to cook, and a lamp for some light. No oven... Continue Reading →
As I reread the Easter story this morning, I was struck by the words of the other disciples to Thomas, "We have seen the Lord." Thomas didn't believe them, asserting that he had to actually touch the Lord before he could believe that Jesus was alive. I have had my doubts, too, so I don't... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 