Wife; mother of 5; grandmother of 4. In those rare moments of calmness, I write. I may never be published, but that is not why I write. Writing simply brings me joy.
Wife; mother of 5; grandmother of 4. In those rare moments of calmness, I write. I may never be published, but that is not why I write. Writing simply brings me joy.
Over the hill I see the horizon,
The sun is setting on the day.
Over the hill I see the moon,
A new day will begin soon.
Over the hill I see my future,
the days that I have yet to live.
Over the hill I look behind me,
And I see a life fulfilled.
I smile.
I look forward.
I continue my journey,
Over the Hill....
"I saw what you did last night. And I've told everyone." Tim sat on the edge of the bed they had shared. Had shared until last night. He was fully dressed in the faded jeans and dark long sleeve shirt he had worn to their dinner with friends. It was a group of 3 couples that together frequented the local bars and restaurants on Friday nights, all still dating, no one ready to take the commitm...
"Excuse me," the woman waived the waitress over with an elegant hand. "But I'm afraid this soup is terribly salty."
"Oh, I am so sorry, ma'am, let me take it back and check with the chef. Would you like something else instead?" The young waitress gently lifted the large white bowl from in front of her.
"No, I'll simply wait for my entree." She settled back into conversation with the older gentle...
The beat pulsed in her chest, she couldn't tell if it was from the music or the sky blue eyes staring down into hers.
"Hi!" She yelled over the crowd that screamed along with the vocalist's words.
"Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm com'in home to you..."
The stranger carefully lifted the brim of hat and ever so gently touched his lips to hers.
"Whoa!" She stepped back. "I don't even know you!"
He didn...
I just met the happiest person in the world! She was running down the street, a look of anxiousness in her youthful face, grasping a tiny piece of paper.
"I won, I won, I actually won!" She screamed through happy tears. Her waist length hair was golden in the sun, flowing through the slight breeze she caused with her legs.
People stopped, watching with intent, curiosity, perhaps fear of this ...
The walls are covered in a vine of roses, yellow dots weave their way to the ceiling. Sheer white curtains blow gently, carrying a cool breeze that brushes your skin. The scent of bacon creeps into your senses, but something else stirs within, a calmness and security, that of a well cared for child. Dad's whistle fills the hallway outside the door and you realize you have awoken in your childho...