3 AM at my door, her car sideways in the snow, she stumbled past me into the kitchen, shedding snow, then unzipped her black knee-high boots.
Memories etched into the skin like a bittersweet tattoo 💙 love this
...hurts so good. Thanks, Lovie ☺️
The heat that lives in the wound. Wow! Beautiful writing Paul.
Thank you, Alegria. ☺️ Your words are so encouraging. Thank you
My pleasure Paul.
I love how the burn becomes both a memory and a marker, the last place where the heat still lived. Beautiful, haunting writing.
Thank you, Amina. I love hearing your perspective ❤️
WOW. So believable and yet haunting.
No one would believe you live a calm ordered life; full of love- yet you do.
This is writing at its best.
You’re the best, Mom 😍🥰❤️
Oof. Beautiful. Poetry.
“Poetry,” she says.
You see things others miss - like literally everywhere, Anne. ❤️
This began as an attempted poem, but I don't know poetry, so I made it this.
…and you saw that. You always see beyond the surface of things.
Your words give me reason to, Paul.
🙏🏼
Memories etched into the skin like a bittersweet tattoo 💙 love this
...hurts so good. Thanks, Lovie ☺️
The heat that lives in the wound. Wow! Beautiful writing Paul.
Thank you, Alegria. ☺️ Your words are so encouraging. Thank you
My pleasure Paul.
I love how the burn becomes both a memory and a marker, the last place where the heat still lived. Beautiful, haunting writing.
Thank you, Amina. I love hearing your perspective ❤️
WOW. So believable and yet haunting.
No one would believe you live a calm ordered life; full of love- yet you do.
This is writing at its best.
You’re the best, Mom 😍🥰❤️
Oof. Beautiful. Poetry.
“Poetry,” she says.
You see things others miss - like literally everywhere, Anne. ❤️
This began as an attempted poem, but I don't know poetry, so I made it this.
…and you saw that. You always see beyond the surface of things.
Your words give me reason to, Paul.
🙏🏼