Although my journey has been less than pleasant
I wrote this poem years ago, dedicated to my younger brothers and sister, now departed.
A beautiful spoonbill – Photo credit Andy Nguyen
Truth. I self-corrected my grammar while I was praying last night. I said “this is” rather than what “this is” referred too. I corrected it, then repeated my prayer; as if He didn’t already know what I meant. Duh. 😎
Thinking of my core family today. I am the eldest of four children turning sixty-five in October; living twenty-five years with a rare muscle debilitating virus and confined to bed. It feels weird being the only one alive. My younger brothers passed away in their forties (one from […]