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stories now
my daddy tells
of times before the better
took us by surprise
and shut our soul
of red clay paths
and old tin lines –
mary heaven
showed us
the ways to home
was not so far
to go
no ringing
of the latest news
no clamor to achieve
candles burned
beside
the feather bed
children wrapped
in babies
held as one to one
blessings come
– wherever
prayers were said
no looking back
or leaving long
another chance –
for nothing
would shake our faith
or move the least
to fall
dirty hands
so tender –
eyes caressed the light
dreams just big
enough –
to hold us all
. . .
tornadoday 
Hello sweetheart ♥
Wishing you a colorful, fun & safe weekend 🙂
Hugs and kisses from
Laura
hugs returned to you, sweet laura…………….. ♥
Bobbie, the thoughts, memories, and emotions that these lines evoke are just beyond description. With them you reach into the mind and heart of the reader and touch the soul. Absolutely beautiful…., (I was talking about the poem!)… ~~~xo~~~
Paul
The pic of the kitty on the roof is great too !
Another story – when I was a kid, we visited my granny and grandpa’s house every weekend. We’d stand at the bedroom window in awe as the feral cats that lived in the crawl space clustered around my granny’s feet. We adored them, yet we could never pet them. The minute the screendoor slammed, they disappeared into a universe beneath the porch…….. But for hours, we watched from the window – giving them names and wondering if they were as soft as we imagined. ♥ Story is everything. ~ Me
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I thought you might like this. I love story and have promised my daddy that this week, I will visit with the only intent, to listen – to hear the stories new and over again. To find already the reason I write………to love, to keep. ~ Thank you. ~ Bobbie ♥