Taking each day, looking ahead
walking blind are we, deaf as well.
Never hearing what words were said
eyes blank, having no tales to tell.
One day we'll stop to hear the bell
calling all to Thanksgiving day.
We'll go sit and talk for a spell
and take time to thank, time to pray.
The Fight Begins!
Retired! New start! Murder!
Todd, detective lieutenant, has retired from St. Louis, Missouri and has moved to Ford Valley, Arizona. When Todd’s ex-wife is killed in a car accident, Todd fights for custody of his teenage
Regis
This is a wonderful poem for Thanksgiving.... Wonderful form too thank you!!!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours,
Joselyn
This is one of my favorite forms...fun to write!
Micke