Category Archives: Love

I tend to pay attention when you speak,and that’s not something that I often do,I comment egotistically. Techniqueis seldom taught me, but I’ve had a fewoccasions when I don’t overtly seekcorrection, but you voice a phrase or two.I thank you, … Continue reading →

I raised them to be walkers. Even now,we interact with interest on our feet.Invited to the school, our chosen howto get there was our legs upon the street.And when he asked how I am, his completeattention was available. He turnedhis … Continue reading →

If he’s okay, I’ll table my concern.I had a vision only yesterdayof child pain, but I’ll no longer churnif he’s okay. He’s 8. I well remember unkind playaround that age – cruel taunts and games that spurn.Protecting parents then, I … Continue reading →

The view on Saturday at 9 a.m.is what I only see when I’m awayfrom home each week and cottage-hosting them,now grown so big that they prefer to playon screen instead of holding cards. I sayI’ll read and neither sweetheart acts … Continue reading →

Construction paper, tape and scissors smallenough for them and usable by me,assembled on the table I’ll recalland reinforce with pix and poetry.Instructed by 3rd grade authority,a 4 year-old and I each made a card.We followed his directions happily,compatibly, in sync … Continue reading →