To Be a Bird
by I wish I were a bird. Never speaking a word. Singing songs to be heard. Hearts of souls would be stirred. Puffing my feathers up …
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The Lighthouse
High up on the rocks, so tall the lighthouse stood; Facing north and south, the glass was set in wood. Like an arrow pointing to …
Thy Hand is There
Eyes opening, now getting up, breathing in air; Back achy, tight muscles stretched out with a flare. Slow moving, here there, away goes the cook-ware; …
The Fabric of Time
I meandered life constructing stitches on the go; Not a knowing wither I’ve been, forging where to sew. Swiftly going forward, into fragile fabric of …
Aging with Thankfulness
As a young child, thankful for moments with Mom and Dad, With such busy lives, special times were hard to be had. As a teen …