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The Broken Mirror Within My Soul
There are moments in life that give us clarity. Each of these moments is like a snapshot in our memory that we refer to when we need perspective in our everyday life. Recently I lost my beloved companion, best … Continue reading
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Journey of The Fallen Leaf
Joyfully I sit next the babbling brook. The bench is new and smells of pine. It is sturdy beneath my body as I sit and lift my head to the sky. The sky was a perfect medium blue without a … Continue reading
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Down by the Swimming Hole
It was a delightfully sunny, hot and humid day. Today was Sunday and a day of rest and relaxation. Suddenly my favorite place came to mind. I ran for my bedroom to throw on my favorite swimsuit for some summertime … Continue reading
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Tree of Life
Follow my poem about the life of a tree and its purpose. Continue reading
Hands Reaching From Past to Future
Generations Reflected in The Hands His hands were pale and dry, long and wrinkled with a small upward curve at the nail. They were distinctive worn, warm and boney hands. I have seen four generations of those hands. These … Continue reading
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Momma Memories
Today is my youngest child’s birthday. She isn’t a child anymore, but a grown woman making her mark in the world. This momma’s memories always stir and present themselves as photographs in my head. The annual birthdays of my children … Continue reading