balloons on your chair.

july 15th was my cousin’s birthday.  it was his first in heaven; it was our first without him. ____ it was your birthday… and i cried for you. seeing balloons dance in the wind around grief.. around graves… i cried for you. everyone had left by then. i was late to the party they had; ...

abide with me…

my husband played offertory this morning at our church.  the song is a hymn that i’ve heard all of my life and have really grown to love over the years. i did a little research on it last night, and realized that the poem for the song was written 3 weeks before the death of ...

an open poem to a roadbully

07. June 2013 poetry, randomness 0
(warning: soapbox alert)   to the truck that’s rather large that shoved in front and rather barged it’s way in front of me:   from where i was, i could see quite plain that you shouldn’t have thrust your way in my lane. just so you know, your big truck must obey the laws of ...