Sunday, May 10, 2009
For all you mothers and grandmothers out there...
After my mom died I wrote this poem. Mamma, mamma, don't cry, Lucky for us, we've been born again, From rich moist clay and strewn love Each sand particle together mixed, Sweet waltzes of times gone-by, dancing with vulnerable glass quarried limbs, blind mocking eyes cold as stone, mamma, mamma,...
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Happy Mother's Day Guys
We don't always see eye-to-eye when we're too close for comfort. My own mom died over ten years ago and it seems like yesterday. Mom and I lost and found each other...over and over during my prime growing years. It wasn't until I had kids of my own that I finally realized the Bible was right when it...
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