Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Warmth can be a cozy, comfy chair, Upon which thrown, a hand-knit afghan quilt, Awaiting little boys who tumble in, and there fake-wrestle for first dibs; no signs of guilt. A grandson hiding in the fort he built with tablecloths and sheets from grandma’s… Continue Reading “Warmth”
When days are fraught with storm clouds looming o’er my life, I’m juggling many balls in air, When piling on and on, I’m on the floor, When hanging on is more than I can bear. I stop and pause, implore a desperate prayer, A… Continue Reading “Bridget and My Butterfly”
***** As golden sun dips low into the sea, I pause: My ‘Brother’ memories. ***** Postaday:Â
The rippling brook traverses the meadow, behind the barn. I hear the water tumbling over the remnants of a beaver dam, before I see it. But as I step tentatively on to the first board of the wooden plank bridge, It’s beauty is unfolded… Continue Reading “October Remembrance”
Written in for NaBloPoMo October: Fall posted by BlogHer. Prompt for October 4- what is your favorite Halloween costume. He could hardly stand, the weight of his costume sitting atop his frail, ten year-old frame. Though his face was covered, I could still see… Continue Reading “Mr. Penny”