She is peeping over papers,
stuff that has heaped since her death.
All I see is eyes.
Sometimes, Mom, sometimes me thinks it would be good to sit and sip coffee and chat.
Peeping Mom
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Category Archives: A few words
Fathers: By the grace of God go we.
Photo by Jessica Szopinski
Often a father’s calling is to stay put and be strong.
>Shhhhh….For Talon
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I have less to say,
But more desire to say it.
I’ll walk on discarding words.
They tumble like rocks
in a brain tumbler.
Polish, buff, caress
a few gems.
In the beginning
was
a
word.
Gerald the Writer 