To Chris
To Chris Little boy playing ball not worrying about a fall. You play run and jump for joy, today’s a day you get a new toy. Young man how you have grown, learning, reading and trying keep the seeds sown. Light becomes dark trying to forget. Using, drinking with worrying sighs. Don’t you want to […]
Weathered
Hands brown as leather. Freckled, worn, gnarled, bruised. Old woman rocking softly, the years showing in all the lines of her face. Such a proud life she has lived, not easy, but truly lived. Hands that have helped others, held babies, then grandbabies, lastly great grandbabies. She listens to birdsong; wind sounds through the trees. […]