Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Gratitude

The passionate words I hear from mouths that are not my own

hit my ears differently.

Instead of a cold crack of a bat hitting a ball out to center field, it feels warmer,

like a pitch perfectly landing in a huge catcher's mit.

at

Featured Post

Play Like a Child

Play like a child in the sand building  castles and caves and rivers and ribbons swing swords invisible wildly wielding The blood and bones ...

  • The Kitchen Floor
    During the war  we slept  on the kitchen floor with jackets for blankets we used corn for rice and beans for pepper we used sand for paper d...
  • America
    The phone rings again it's Scam Likely, it's America, that makes sense. In December, nativity scenes now have GPS implanted in baby ...