I don’t remember how old I was, probably two or three. My mom had taken us to our Grandma’s house to visit. We were sitting in the kitchen when we heard a loud explosion coming from the front of the house. I vaguely remember Mom jumping up and then running to the phone. I don’tContinue reading “The Protection”
The Worrier
One of my favorite poets is William Cowper. If I remember correctly, his last name is pronounced Cooper. I realize that posting religious poetry from the 1700s won’t exactly grow my audience, but I think some people (not everybody) had some good things to say back in the bygone eras. Especially when they were sayingContinue reading “The Worrier”
The Footprints
I enjoy reading poetry. For a long time, that’s all I ever read. I have a first-edition book called The Ballad of the Brand written by Robert William Service. It’s exceptional. My favorite poem that he wrote is Carry On. I would peruse poemhunter.com and read the poems of Langston Hughes, John Keats, Walt Whitman,Continue reading “The Footprints”
The Son
They didn’t know much about having children – he would be their first. Every experience was new. The first visit to the doctor solidified their assumption that the sickness she was experiencing during a certain part of the day was not contagious or life-threatening. The doctor in the country clinic confirmed it. She walked inContinue reading “The Son”
The Seasons
I may have shared this already, but I feel like sharing it again. I know that life has seasons. There is a time for everything. One thing is inevitable — whatever season you’re in right now, it will pass. And whatever is coming up next, it will pass, too. I know there were times I’veContinue reading “The Seasons”
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