He came to her, wanting more But he left his love outside the door Lost in the midst of a summers rain Truth never entered their home again Where does love go, in the still of the night? Romantic moments, hearts once held tight Words of tenderness and care Once…
It’s a cloudy day, forecast of rain, it’s my Mom’s Birthday. I haven’t seen her since October 11th 1981; it was also a cloudy, cool day in Ohio. The first years were the hardest, every holiday lacked color. I wonder to myself, “how many candles would be on her cake today?” It takes…
I suspect that I am not alone, getting lost in memories at this time of the year. Here are some of my fondest of Christmases gone past. My mom loved Christmas, we’d clean and cook and spend the day with family and friends, stomping snow off their boots and settling…