May God bless you and your...
In this wake of sorrow, I find hope in the promise of the memories returned. Today, I grieve for the loss of her touch, the feel of her hand in mine, the smoothness of her cheek against mine, and the sound of her voice.
Yesterday, I watched a small finch circling a cypress tree and swallows darting in and out from their homes of mud. Today, I remember how we laughed watching the blue jays swoop in for snacks left on a shelf just outside the kitchen window.
Just a little while...
Susie Joan Cole
July 05, 2008 | CA


