After a day’s work
Sweat on my forehead
Thirst burning my throat
Summer Sun, heating pad on my back
Soothing my aches and pains… 38 more words
1 day, 2 hours ago
Not Just A Ghost Writer
Just standing on the road bridge looking up and down river you can just watch the world go by.
Mr and Mrs Swan graceful as ever. 14 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
Counting it all joy...
“Home. The place where the table is sticky, the laughter is loud, and each of the kids’ growth is marked on the kitchen door frame. It’s where we’ve loved hopefully more than we’ve fought. 843 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago
I know you. You long to carry the remains of my dead.
You lack the parts I carry in my heart and head.
It is my excess which you lack. 191 more words
There is an old song that I absolutely love that says: “Somebody’s praying, I can feel it. Somebody’s praying for me. Mighty hands are guiding me, to protect from what I can’t see. 624 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
“He knows it’s scary to be us” (Beth Moore)
Yes, He sure does.
Our youngest son came when our oldest son was 16, and our daughter was 11. 914 more words
This town called George…
Well, we lived in that apartment for 6 months. We had a year lease, but we just weren’t apartment people. So, after six months, we began rental house hunting. 572 more words