Mom's lovely words still float me every October & keep me afloat through the year. In time, I'll be closer to where my higher power resides. A short essay.
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.
Now that the kiddos are gone, have you returned to clean THAT old drawer? You know the one. So, what was in there? In this poetry prompt on Day 10, I went to check. Me oh my oh, a jambalaya -- so much has to go!
We're all unique and everything about us is extraordinary. Me: Soil, grass, coconuts, plantains; sky, sea, breeze — all soaked into me. What's your scent? I really want to know about the home that raised you.