Three Little Notes And Some Lowridin’

Someday when they're older then breast-height, they will have shot so high and flown so far . . . I am sure they'll go right past where the stars are born and be away from the under-shadow of my mother-wings and I will sit in this empty nest with my forlorn arms and remember the morning when I sat quietly in the living room with my good-morning-hands wrapped in reverence around the habitual-tea-drink, a Buechner book open on my blanketed lap while they were hush-hush busy in the kitchen and whispering [ read more... ]