It’s been 20 years since I’ve heard her laugh, dried the dishes while she washed and enjoyed her company over cookies and coffee. Only one cookie allowed per cup, by the way. That was our rule.
It restores the child in us and those missing senses.
It was a typical day at home, doing typical things – making meals, doing a little gardening and getting around to some long-overdue projects. These are times when I love to just let my mind wander…but on this day, all I could think about was my Mother.
Are you creative? Do you ever run into dry spells … you know, where you cannot finish anything? Do you ever blame it on your muse? I do … sometimes … but less these days … sometimes it’s just up to us!
The world as Marshall McCarthy saw it one morning, in years bygone.
We take so much for granted and far too often demonstrate a lack of understanding and sympathy for others. In time, the meek shall inherit the earth…
He was just a boy, all of twenty-one. Then the morning came, his number turned, mail out by the ton. Said we need you boy, country’s on the run. Spoke his last goodbye’s, now the time had come …