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“Hitched”

| Laura Lee Bonde

I’d love to tell you that everything
was a piece of cake

the packing
the loading
the drive
the move

but it wasn’t

there was stress
but we made it
together

it’s hard to explain the emotions
felt behind the wheel
as I watched the trailer in front of me
hold my stuff

my things
my life
everything I had
in a trailer

it was weird

thinking every thing would melt away
when we got here
but it didn’t

unpacking things
only to realize
my things didn’t have “a place”

then it hit me

I left my home
to be a visitor
nothing “fitting in”
not even me

not yet

I’m not sure how much of my bath
was water
and how much
were tears

learning to live
a different way

I wonder what poetry
was inside Abraham

How Do You Wrap Laughter?

| Laura Lee Bonde

I haven’t been writing very much because they’re so much to do before I leave for Texas, so God gets the goodness of all the writing I “think” about, except for now.

I know there was a lot of thankfulness going around on Mother’s Day, and I just want to share a little bit of mine.

What I always “love” to do on that day is see a sunset with my kids, but the weather was so overcast and cold that we decided not to this time and stayed home. Continue reading →

When Others Won’t Let Go

| Laura Lee Bonde

For me, it’s easy to let go of the past, but when someone dear to me “catches” it and throws it back at me, THAT’s the hard part and that’s when I crumble.

Well, this is one of those writing moments when I hope it’s private, meaning I hope no one I know face to face will ever read it, so it may seem strange for me to write it, but if I don’t let out what’s going on inside of me, I’m afraid I might drown in tears, so here’s to taking a risk. Continue reading →