it’s easy to create a fairy tale
it’s almost easier
to believe
but what is
isn’t always what was
or what was thought to be
even Cinderella
took the mice
to the kingdom
it’s easy to create a fairy tale
it’s almost easier
to believe
but what is
isn’t always what was
or what was thought to be
even Cinderella
took the mice
to the kingdom
A picture’s like the back cover of a book: you only see part of the story.
it’s only dangerous
at the end of the rope
if you let go
details
can’t be seen
through
a foggy window
I’m not sure what I’m going through
I look back at who I was
and see strength
I look at me now
silence
weight
sadness
every day
brings a chance to cry
what happened
did love stop coming
or did I stop receiving
Laughter changes the world, or, in some cases, wakes it up.
Satan attacks “family” because he knows how important it is, or maybe he knows how much we hold onto it.
Last week, we went to Verizon to switch our phones over to Scott’s plan, and in doing so, we had to turn our old phones in for new ones. Who’d’ve thought Verizon would’ve broken my laughter free from prison.
As we were waiting for the sales rep, Scott and I were discussing (away from them) which phones the kids could pick from, and as we were about to tell them their options, Scott said, “Your mom said you don’t need phones,” which caused me to laugh a BIG laugh.
Immediately, every head in the store turned to look: some out of shock; some out of surprise; maybe some out of fear (my laugh scares people sometimes), and of course, Carolyn smiled, while covering her face, and Nathan smiled, as he sank a little lower. It felt good. Continue reading
my dad
trying to remember
without forgetting
I remember his chuckle
and the way his eyes smiled
I remember his stride
and trying to keep up
I remember him taking us
to play tennis
I remember him
having lunch ready
I was his back scratcher
his daughter
I don’t remember
any kisses or hugs
but sometimes
love looks different
I remember his laugh
and the way he smelled
I remember his eyes
and the way he looked at me
I remember his love
and miss him
there was a time
when I forgot on purpose
but now I remember intentionally