As husband searched for tools one day
A small black kitten left his play
Each thing his master did I’d see
A small paw reaching helpfully
He did not pout when pushed aside
Hurt showed in his soft brown eyes
When called he came on hurrying feet
To offer love and pardon sweet
This is true forgiving love
Such as our savior offers us
This is actually a poem my Great Aunt wrote. She is a part of the inspiration behide my own writing. Many of my early works center around my memories of her and her life. She left this earth in 2001.
sarah, now i know where you got your writing ability from..your great aunt! so sorry for your loss; may god bring you a sense of peace and comfort that passes all understanding! a beautiful write, sarah; thanks so much for sharing! with much love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)
Sarah I'm so glad you decided to post one of your great Aunts poems here I've been blessed by reading some of her other works but I don't recall reading this! May you continue to grow as a writer and as a person.
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~Michelle~
Join me as we travel together on the road called "Aging." I will be sharing my personal experiences with you and offer ideas on how we can better navigate the complex byways of our older years. Grief, healing, generations, ancestors, and more.
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
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~Michelle~
This was a beautiful poem, Sarah. I think you know it too ;)
Warm Love and Happy New Year,
*-Brittany-*