Mrs. B (WWG 1.19)
The call came this morning Not unexpected Frail on a walker I knew it was near She was the one that told me Before the Crowbar Crows drank at home 50 years of love Of laughter Of tears Of loss Has come to an end Rest in Peace
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Being Myself (WWG 1.18)
Hair- Not combed. Tshirt and Jeans Diner food. Homemade blueberry ice cream Celebrating 37 years As the moon rises over my left shoulder It is me being myself.
I forgot. (WWG 1.17)
Hey, Chris. Did you remember this week's assignment? I forgot. There's the yellow sticky note there to remind you. I still forgot. Have you even looked? What did you expect to find? I don't know. I give up.
Meteor (WWG 1.16)
An American Flag extends in the storm's blast Nature's fireworks hide the falling stars. Some would take it as a sign. Coming on strong.
Summertime (WWG 1.15)
I've been lazy this week and not entirely sure how to handle this. I don't really cool off in the summertime. When you never leave the air conditioning, you don't have to. My Daddy wasn't rich and my Momma wasn't good lookin'. They were kind of old when they had me. It's what happens when you are the last one in the bunch and an oops at that. Anyway, this was better than taking you an a long winded journey into the Low Country, showing some of the sites DuBose Heyward and George Gershwin were evoking in this, the most American of operas.