A year has gone by since my moms death. Its been some time since i got chocked but I was ambushed by grief a couple days ago. A friend mentioned she was praying for me this week, because she remembered…
A year has gone by since my moms death. Its been some time since i got chocked but I was ambushed by grief a couple days ago. A friend mentioned she was praying for me this week, because she remembered…
A carousal of flash backs eroding my composure. Your only history, the only child. I saw you pass, I saw your last meal, I read you the last scripture. You where gasping for air, we where helpless. The transport was there…
National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse. fog drizzle and rain mark this day that day was warmth from sun ray remembering them who have gone inner crying…
It seems not to care where I am, or what I am doing. It was in church and we where singing Rock of Ages, the James Ward tune. The lines “and soar to worlds un known” get me all the…
my dear friend, I grieved just circulating the card for you. I knew I couldn’t make it through a viewing or service, even if I didn’t know anyone but you.I thought I was getting a handle on it but it’s…
The beach of the Gulf of Mexico, treasure island,Madeira beach,Clearwater…my growing up play ground. Mom and me, it was the after school destination. We lived 2 miles away, barely a warm up for our 68 mustang. The sun baked deap…
james swain my stepdad for two years dead at 52 from a split aorta, in 1973. March first.He was a cop for the Largo sheriff department, he was a wrestler at wwf. he was a concrete dispatcher. He played the bass guitar…
Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked a the clock.” It was in an attic I think, dimly lit from one window high up looking out to…
When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you? At first I so wished that I could think of a time where someone looked me in the eye and said “Joel, I’m proud of you”. At first…
Written from her wheel chair in the last years of life. Mary Swain, my mom, didn’t stop her devotion to Jesus nor her fight for life nor her being His Workmanship. this is her ” Mental Health list to her…
gasping for air 