Mother Catherine Porter Williams

My aunt Catherine, was a praying woman, she would tell anyone to pray, ask God, go to church don't have to be her church just go to one she would say, She would pray for anyone, I thank her for praying for me, no matter what, and I do mean no matter what she prayed for me, when other's had doubt she prayed for me, when I was having a bad day she prayed for me, when I was having good days she prayed for me, when she was on her sick bed she prayed for me. I use to wonder what the other side...

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.