National Poetry Month-Beauty Cinquain
Beauty Not in her face, Not in her curves or shape, But in the way she radiates Pure joy
So Much Clapping
It had been a long, hot summer with little to no rain. I watered my gardens daily and got a break from mowing since the grass barely grew. It was the middle of August and this particular day was a scorcher. Out running errands, I decided to stop and see my mom at her assisted…
Pain Without Suffering?
The Pain: My mom, suffering with dementia and in memory care, told me excitedly when I visited, “I have 3 children, 2 boys and a girl.” I am her fourth. The Pain: “The goal of hospice care is to keep her comfortable and let her live out her final days in peace,” the nurse reassured…