1 Corinthians 13:4-8 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love... Continue Reading →
After the latest in a string of heartbreaks, Joe's mother told him, "Running after beautiful women will be your downfall, Joseph! Just find a good girl with high virtues and get married already!" Joe was trying not to listen to her advice, but the stridulations in her voice prevented him simply toning her out. He... Continue Reading →
My eyes filled with tears, Holding you in my hands. A sensation gripped my soul, As I felt my heart expand. I seemed to be someone new, No longer just like any other. I knew you would depend on me, For I was now someone's mother. I called you my Black knight, Your dark skin... Continue Reading →
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 →
A mum's love is better than gold, her caring heart is more precious than silver. Wishing all mothers in the United Kingdom a happy day. Be safe! Written for the Three Things Challenge #182 from Pensitivity 101: mum, love, and caring.
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt Caitlin looked at her son, Jeremy, as he entered her home, and she just shook her head. She was so ashamed at the way he was dressed and he smelled of alcohol. She thought, "I never had alcohol in our home, so how could a child of... Continue Reading →
Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: strange and super. It is a strange thing. A superpower of moms. Love never-ending.
https://sundayphotofictioner.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/spf-10-28-8-fandango-4.jpeg?w=1440 Photo credit: Fandango As Ginny walked the red-berries covered path to her dead mother's old house on Mother's Day, she hoped to learn something about her mother. She found a picture of her mother as a cheerleader! How beautiful she was and so full of life! What had turned this vivacious young woman into... Continue Reading →
Angela's favorite hat flew off her head in the wind and right up into the tree found in the courtyard of her home. She knew it was folly trying to rescue the hat, but it was one of her treasures. Unfortunately, there were flowers just below the the tree that have an attractancy for bees,... Continue Reading →