They call them seasons of grief. Seasons sounds about right. They’re everchanging. Up and down. As unpredictable as PA weather.
This summer held a season of difficulty. Continue reading “Two-and-a-half Years”
Month: October 2018
His Life Meant More (rewritten)
I wrote the original poem (found here) shortly after my dad’s death in 2016. This morning I rewrote it:
“He’s in a better place,” you hear them say.
Even though it’s true, the pain doesn’t quite go away.
A daddy is the first man a girl sees–
The first man she wants to please.
She wants to ride on his back–
to give her the strength she may lack.
She wants to hold his hand
Because no other will compare in the land. Continue reading “His Life Meant More (rewritten)”
Behind My Originals
God has a purpose far greater than my scribbling simple words onto a piece of paper. There is a purpose behind my original songs.
As the minutes of yesterday morning ticked by, the emotions escalated. Tick. Tock. Each moment of the morning fed the volcano until finally an eruption of bad choices and frustration burst forth, spewing impatience and raised voices throughout the house. Amidst the battle, I felt my internal temperature gauge cresting into the red zone. I began to sing His Grace (a song I wrote) aloud but my frustration level was too high. And my son was rejecting it more than normal. I was disappointed. I thought this was the song that provided the comfort I needed when I was dealing with my son’s struggles. (I write about the song here.) Continue reading “Behind My Originals”
Foose Bits 