Category: Memories
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Threads
Life is a complicated knot, Navigating patterns of light and darkHolding the tension so it doesn’t fly apart. Tracing threads of pain and beauty, Sometimes finding that they meet. Combing through the colored strands of memories,The vibrant and the gray Catching the light of day while it lasts.
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Grandpa’s Prayer
Sitting ‘round the table hands joined. Hungry kids squirm. Food awaits. Grandpa leads in prayer, “Our Father in Heaven, mnmnm…mnmnmnm…mnmnmn…” His gravelly voice marches on, earnest but unclear. ”Bless the hands that prepared…” You could always catch that part. “Nnmnmnm…guide, guard and protect us. In Jesus name, Aaaa-MEN!” Conclusion snapping like a salute. Supper is…
Writ & Whimsy 