Name tried to fold me up, but I kept walking.
Poetry
-
-
She spoke soft and peace followed.
-
The silence after everything breaks.
-
For every quiet kindness, for every bit of love that shaped a life, thank you.
-
This was written for Kevin’s (https://thebeginningatlast9.com) “No Theme Thursday!”
-
Let them be wrong. I stay steady.
-
The call ended. I stood anyway.
-
He keeps the torn ball close. Momma will help.
-
A magical day shared on our own yellow brick road.
-
Love is a lasting decision, not just a fleeting feeling.