Jagged edge
Cut like a knife
glint of silver
bouncing light
The snow finally subsided enough to make the trek to my cousin A’s home to celebrate Christmas with her husband and their family today. Cousin A and one of her daughters were making cookies when I arrived. Daughter A went with a sunny-side-up, sugar cookie design. The great thing about getting together with my cousin…
I cannot know what this time, this circumstance, a loss, a gain is going to mean to the entirety of my life. Why do I waste so much time resisting my circumstances instead of looking with eyes that see neither negative or positive but just go ahead and live each moment as though it is…
It’s my birth father’s birthday today. He died over two years ago. I decided to try and make today’s poem about him, even though it’s been two years since he died and I’ve already written several poems and posts about him, including: Happy Father’s Day Dad’s Birthday Poem First Birthday Without A Cowboy Poem Horse…
I fell on the ice. I was trying to carry a 50 lb bag of feed from the garage to the barn in the dark because I needed to get the feed out of the back of my car so I can put Java in there tomorrow when some woman and her kids come to…
Survival Skill 1: Humor and Laughter Have you ever noticed the inevitable appearance of outrageous stories and braying guffaws at funerals? It’s like a pressure valve being turned, not in a gradual motion, but in a quick crank from closed to wide open. I have long considered humor and laughter to be a survival skill….
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I love the poem Maery…and the look on the chicks face is adorable, a cutie.
Oh the chick are so cute 🙂
You are a poet my friend. I love the fluffy little peepers!!! Cute!
God bless ya sweetie!!! :o)