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Bloom
Sun, where have you gone? Seeds of youth now buried deep yet fed by soil still. Nourishing our growth from darkness comes Your brilliance; streams of light at dawn. Pass not a shadow of unrest, but protecting, till our faith takes hold. Beauty yet unseen, under earth,...
Tappy the Mouse
This story was originally posted in Fall, 2013 on my former blog called, Sundays with Dad. It had nothing to do with my dad. I was beginning to branch out a little. Here’s to you, Amy who gave Tappy her name… “We have a problem,” I hear Todd...
HeArt Works
I walk forward. I feel you behind me but do not turn to look back. I can sense your shadow. You are still my father, just as you were two years ago when I realized your footprints would no longer be seen on earth, or your shuffling heard. I move forward but admit that...