With her child in need of dire help, The mother bowed and begged the Lord. She asked Him to mercifully cure her daughter, With the fierceness of a lioness, she roared. When told that she couldn’t receive assistance, She did not give up and she did not give in. She advocated for her child until... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit to Pobble 365 His black shadow that was against the sky Caused me to stop right there in my tracks. He looked frail, yet I knew I should fear him, So I turned aound and found my way back. Sequestered in a house in the forest, I knew that this was his home,... Continue Reading →
The Guitar Player by José Ferraz de Almeida Júnior and was found at Wikimedia Commons. Reticent to admit that I really liked him, It was easier to notice what I rated as his faults. But, as I stood there listening to his guitar I started singing words that I could not halt. His great delivery of... Continue Reading →
Don't believe your best days as a man are behind you, And that now all you can lift is your coffee cup. For because we have days alone to ponder as guests In places for hire around the world, life, for us, is looking up. We both are older, and we've learned to pick our... Continue Reading →
A Thank-You Card to God and Douglas He Loves Me! This week at one of my doctor visits, I caught sight of my husband staring in worry. Then, he touched my face, and I felt so loved. I thought I need to write a blog about this amazing love, because there is so much negative... Continue Reading →
The bruises are gone. The pain is crusted over. I have joy again! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challnge #395: Crust and Scar.
Image credit to Deb @Nope, Not Pam. He'd tell you that he didn't have a poltroon heart, And to show it he'd accepted the man's scary dare. He'd gingerly grabbed the snake from its cage, And he's cuddled with it, as other people stared. Inside he didn't fare so good, as his hands shook, And... Continue Reading →
Image by Jed Villigo @Unsplash A moment of calm in the this life's storm, Laughter serves as my soul-healing balm. Jiving with my homies in our neighborhood, Showing our trust in each other feels good. We know that some people see us as thugs, But the truth is that we also need love and hugs.... Continue Reading →
Sweetwater Creek State Park, Georgia Your glare truly hurts. You don't try to mask your hate. It won't destroy me! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetery Prompt Challenge: glare and mask.