Spring Afternoon (Blogophilia 7.9)

There she is
New wine in small porcelain skin
Singing joy to the Lord on a porch swing
Voice having no key
Melody having no rhythm
Daring to be honest
Fearing no labor
Little brother begins to dance
Walking backward toward the door
In a flash
Mom reaches out
To hug them one more time.

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Topic-Colleen Keller Breuning
Pic-Tyler Myrth
Pic Guesses-The Birds, On Golden Pond, Wisdom, Electric Koolaid Acid Test, Horton Hears a Who, I Heard and Owl Call My Name, Horned Owl, Guardians. The Hills Have Eyes

Comments

  1. ClariceMay 1, 2016 at 8:22 AM

    How did I miss this..Moms are the greatest

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    1. Another Government EmployeeMay 1, 2016 at 8:44 AM

      They are. I was sitting in the house looking at some horrible news story when I heard the little girl singing. It made my day.

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