May God bless you and your...
Today, Pat/Mom/Grandma/Great Grandma/ Sister…died. Where are you? I looked in the sewing room, I sat in your chair, the needles were quiet, the threads were so still…sewing projects no more. I opened the door to the garden, the flowering place…the pool space I saw, where there was no more… no more chairs in a row, with a Fresca in tow, some lotion to flow, for the skin to glow… Out in the garden…the rose bush I see…from a gift long ago…saw beauty you know from your care and your glow… The...
Susan McCrary
March 11, 2011 | Woodbridge, VA






