Martas poems for Sunday, May 29, 2011

There, between heaven and earth, where the river into the sea melts, there is where I go sometimes to write when my mind is tired and contrite, for sitting on that fine, pure white sand sprinkled by the essence of time, my thoughts somehow flow through my hand onto the pen that writes and writes while I feel the presence of thousands of souls, mine just one of many, part of all. Sign in to see full entry.

This is Jonathan, one of my grandkids and the reason I have not been able to read many of you this past week. He is in the hospital with Microplasma Pneumonia ( Walking Pneumonia) not because of the but itself ( its just like a really bad cold) but because the darn bug trigger an Asthma attack so bad he needed heavy weight meds... He refuses to stay in bed so they put him in this get up and allowed him to walk around and visit other kids in the floor... He is a character loll... Please pray for... Sign in to see full entry.