Entry 112016 – He’s so tired and I stand by

My love, he’s so tired and I stand by, face facing the wet pavement,  I know what the sky looks like. But the weight made my head heavy, my neck aches All I have is my heart in my pocket, out of sight, to not be  a bother, a burden because he will care. He…

Entry 111916 – Flowers in the dark of night

We are all much like flowers in the dark of night, awaiting the arrival of the sun, beneath natural forces, yet of it all.  Soaking up hungrily, drinking giddily, what we can from what we’ve grown. Rooted, we are no different from the earth beneath us. We may raise our heads to worship above- the…

Entry 111216- You like a good show

The first to congratulate the one who does a fine trick,  Your concept of quality (you proudly proclaim it as such) is quantity wrapped in a bow, sir. They do put on a good show, I’ll give you that.  I’d give you more, if you could see what was before you instead of looking above,…

Entry 102716 – Music on the hill 

My grandmother told me- She said, her mother, Ruth, sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee warming her hands,  waiting for her husband to come home and kiss her and tell her good things. Oh, how she loved to be told good things. Her sons all went about their business- tumbling in the…