A whisper in the darkness The cry that no one hears A haven I can run to The calmer of my fears My home for perfect happy Believer of my dreams An answer to my wonder The roadmap to my schemes With you, for you and you The only one I see With you, for …
Some say, you’ll arrive soon. Others inform, you’re already here & yep. I’ll be able to view your once in a lifetime brilliance by simply gazing at the northern sky after sunset, or was it sunrise ?? and er, hold on, maybe I won’t need binocs or a telescope after all ?? Any which way, …
They’ve listened for years. Y E A R S. Brother, Husband, Sis and Sis. Devoted followers of this station, they would take turns persuading me to give it a try, just TRY. But nope. NOPE. There I’d be, each and every time, stuck in my lite rock stubbornness. NOPE. Until one day, for no apparent …
Have you ever met someone and felt you’ve known them before and are simply, seamlessly, easily just picking up a conversation from another time, another place … ? I hope so. I soooooo hope so !! because amazing, this connection truly is. ♥ I’ve written about our friendship before. How we met … It’s So …
Penned in August, 2020 and 2 1/2 years later … I wouldn’t change a word. ♥ When I tell them I’m not there anymore, they come back with the same, somewhat puzzled response. REALLY ?!? Why ??? Followed by a small, whispered, oh oh as if it might be their fault, as if I’ve betrayed …
People are gonna talk. You again ??!? Sure is a beautiful day See you next time. These are just a few of the comments we throw back and forth as our paths cross, again. We’ve never officially met, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He is a smile, a ray of sunshine, a happy someone on …
While penciling in a happening on my calendar recently, I noticed February, March, April and May are pretty much booked with preparing and traveling and walking and watching and helping and celebrating and yep !! Fun times await. For Sure. But truth be told, in the hush of the night, where my mind has ways …
You probably don’t remember me. I was an aide at the Fort Worth State School many years ago and you worked there too. Arriving in November 1980, at 21 years old, a somewhat naive me chose Texas as THE place I wanted to hunker. A few, short months later, it was home, I decided I’d …