It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast
On the property line, right next to my house, is a sign that reads Cemetery Road. When my husband and I discussed buying this land, that thought was a bit unsettling. A few folks had explained the cemetery itself is closed. Family still visit their loved ones on occasion. Some come seeking answers to their… Continue reading A Peek The Daily Post Photo Challenge
When I am here, I am home.