The leper in Luke 17: 15-16 who returned to thank Jesus for his healing helped me understand the morphology of gratefulness. True thanksgiving recognizes that we are not entitled to anything in this world. Love and compassion are gifts! Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #134 from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Morphology. Write a poem... Continue Reading →
I continue to work and produce. Don't have time for a rocking chair. I'm at that liminal stage of aging, Still up for a challenge or a dare. My hair is gray, and things Hurt that I didn't know that I had. I don't move as fast as I use to, But, overall, things aren't... Continue Reading →
In the twilight of my life, I find the sweet peace I sought when I was younger. It comes from not needing to hear everyone's opinions of my actions. Living my dreams has taught me that it's not insanity to believe in the impossible. Written for the Weekend Writing prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt today... Continue Reading →
I want to see the Aurora Borealis, Also known as the Northern Lights. I'd marvel and clap as the colors dance, Praising God for such a marvelous sight. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #128 from Sammiscribbles: Exactly 28 words using aurora as the prompt.
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 →
I trembled as we walked down the dark street. Then, I placed my hand in your much bigger one, and I immediately felt safe and so loved. Your hand is my haven. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles. A post in exactly 32 words. The prompt is Haven.
The old belief that sticks and stones break bones But words will never hurt you is very wrong. For, feelings can be delicate affairs that often Fracture easily, for people's psyches are seldom strong. Indeed, feelings are carelessly hurt in endless ways, And the resulting scars can be difficult to overcome. Name-calling, fat- or thin-shaming,... Continue Reading →
Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Kahlo, and O'Keeffe, Like a candy store filled with sweets, where do I start? Oh, if only they would allow me to rent an Airbnb In some of the wondrous museums filled with fervid art! I would linger for hours and days in front of masterpieces, Trying to understand all that... Continue Reading →
Like the little teapot, That was short and stout, I had the bad tendency To pour my whole soul out. I gave to everyone who asked, And forgot about taking care of myself.But to have anything to give to others,One must focus on their own health.Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles: a poem... Continue Reading →