Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Da!
When the Spring sun slants On this expansive field, Dewdrops cling to grass Just before the harvest yield. Those liquid jewels diminish In a song of sunbeam sorrow. Pause, delight! Enfold the sight. It won’t be here tomorrow. –dc HILL August 23, 1992
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Lydia was bound by an urge. Our mother had love and connection With her sisters and brothers. A close-knit family, Their generation came From a simple life. They made a point To meet and share experiences. Her children? We…
Will the mirror present true reflections?
Reveal what tantalizes – mesmerizes your soul?
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I was rummaging in my left top drawer, Where I keep everyday footwear. And there they were — My Fathers Day Socks. . This occasion was comfortable and warm, As was my first encounter With these most cherished possessions (It must have been 15… Continue Reading “My Father’s Day Socks”
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