He was a little nerdy guy, With his ruler in his pocket. Every day he seemed so jittery, Like his hand was caught in a socket. Even with a pimple on his nose, His personality was awfully kind. So, I chased after him shamelessly, Determined to make him all mine. It was a brisk and... Continue Reading →
Written originally on October 16, 2017, I am re-posting for Fandango's Flashback Friday. I had not yet learned to be succinct. Finding real love seemed to be a talent that I did not have. I looked around and saw other women with wonderful husbands, and I wondered what they were doing differently from me. Why... Continue Reading →
Kyle had simpered at Juliet more than once, which made her a little uncomfortable. She began to do her best to avoid him at work. She didn't know what was the origin of his infatuation with her, for they had never spent many hours together. But, she didn't think that he was a crank, for... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, part of my crew came over for dinner, and my youngest daughter cooked fish and slaw. I love her fish, mostly fillets of some fish. It is like she adds a secret ingredient that comes from inside of her to the cooking oil. I must have ate seven or eight pieces of fish yesterday,... Continue Reading →
Tuesday, you would have turned 70, Celebrating a life filled to the brim. You left us when you were 23, God called you home with Him. Forty-seven years later, and I still miss you so much. You were my older sister, But, you had a mother's touch. I remember you bathed me at night, And... Continue Reading →
Photo by Ted Strutz Marla sifted through the photos, hoping to find one of her beloved older sister, Catherine. They had been inseparable as children, and Catherine was her hero, fearless as any of the boys in the neighborhood. Her bravery had caused her a lot of problems with Mama, but Marla had loved cheering... Continue Reading →
Humanity lost. Then love touched my lonely heart. Humanity found! Written for OctPoWriMo 209, 31 poems in 31 days. Day 10 prompt is Touch.
The idea that we will be forgotten when we die haunts everyone at some time or another. And just possibly one other aspect of life haunts us: never being the object of someone's undying love. Yesterday, as we walked on a section of the Silver Comet Trail near Rockmart, Georgia, I found evidence of love... Continue Reading →
Love so pure and good. Flow into our pain-filled souls. Finally serene!
One of the features of our new Georgia home that I most disliked and wanted to change was the kitchen range. The burners where you sit the pots and pans were blackened badly and seemed unsalvageable. I tried to talk Douglas into a nice new gas stove, but, of course, it was a huge expense,... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 