Thursday, December 28, 2017

Dear Emily,

Colorful paper in piles on the floor.  Sweaters, socks,
and jammies in happy heaps nearby.  Books stacked
in towers of promise.  Tears of joy and sorrow linger.

Outside my kitchen window, the snowman leans
precariously for his lost glove.  The snow now a sweet
memory.  As are lost grandparents who, of course, are
not really lost but waiting in heavenly realms.

Angels singing, earth rejoicing.

Love,
Lea






5 comments:

Joan Elizabeth said...

I love the books stacked in towers of promise. I have one of those. I book ready and many more to go.

Elizabeth Day said...

I was so glad to see you back to blogging. I've missed you.

Anonymous said...

I have your blog bookmarked - hoping to see updated entries on occasion.

Love your writing.

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*poke* Yes, it’s come to this. I am poking people just for fun.

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