Up the ladder On the loft She snuggles in with her boy Her hand on his small back Memorizing the little bumps of his spine That mole on his shoulder The silk of his hair Scratching his back until his rhythmic breath Informs her of sleep. There is only this moment. Only she and her little boy. The one God gave her out of heartache. The beauty born out of the ashes. And she is wholly unable to remove herself from this beauty Motionless she fears when he wakes He will be compelled to witness the slow fade of his…
Sometimes when I walk through hard things, I have a picture in my mind of what I’m learning and how I’m growing. Sometimes I can even see a path clear through to the end. Other times I feel stuck and the picture moving forward is fuzzy. At those times, it’s often difficult to arrange the thoughts floating through my head. I felt that way between tumor detection and cancer diagnosis, but I’ve felt that way other times in my life too. When something changes that’s beyond my control. When it still feels like everything should be as it always was,…
Always adventure Mom life in a blink is gone Breathe deep and jump in
I found this poem during one of my middle of the night reading sessions. And as I am at the start of what is likely going to be a not-so-good sleep night, I am encouraged by it again. It is beautifully written. Enjoy. Further Still In that lonely place ~ No friend can go ~ No brother can help ~ No loved on can know I must crawl on ~ While you stay ~ Further still ~ Just watch and pray In that lonely place ~ The cup is fought ~ To sip the pain ~ Or choose my lot…