From My Port to Yours: A Heart to Heart
sending a tiny piece of my heartto you, however distant your portthe deserts and seas I would invertto give you warmth and solid supportthough in your living I hold no…
sending a tiny piece of my heartto you, however distant your portthe deserts and seas I would invertto give you warmth and solid supportthough in your living I hold no…
“What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.” ~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich
✅As recent as the other dawningthe violets peeped from the groundto color the stiff cold gray—soon, over the prairie fanning Plum blossoms of white and pinkturned green on the breast…
…give me the serenity to surrender to the things I cannot change.
Day Thirteen on APRIL 13, 2024 - play with rhyme. Start by creating a “word bank” of ten simple words. 🍒 ma chérie loved cherries 🍒 (... and plums) I sense…
“There is no remedy for lovebut to love more.” ~ Henry David Thoreau❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹 https://prints.nrm.org/detail/260903/rockwell-marbles-champion-1939 This collage--created with screenshots from Norman Rockwell Museum: https://prints.nrm.org/detail/260903/rockwell-marbles-champion-1939 Attributes I Treasure About My Lilly⤴️⤴️⤴️ The Lilies…
Friends, I'm in utter shock at the events that unfurled for me this morning.My next-door neighbor through my childhood, my beloved Lilly, who cameto visit me twice in the last…
This man's face is the face of grief. I know because that's what my face will look like if and when I return one day to the town that raised me. Mom will not be there, and as grown up as I am, I really don't want to make that trip.
Selma has been in low spirits. The Icecream vendor has put her in a better place. But she will sit with her emotions for awhile. Hope all is well in your corner of the globe. Blessings.
The night sky with its myriad of stars is unequivocally the eyes of those, like a father or a mother, who look down on us with love and everlasting affection.
A short poem The lighthouse guides no one it seemsWhen it is sun’s shift to shineIt only comes alive at twilight When eyes cannot define. But what happens when a…