Tending Home...

my photo SF

my photo SF

Photo by Ellen Dobie

my photo SF

The repeating soothe of the whispered tune

Thinking of forever changes and passing winds

Papa died smiling, he sang

Wishing for wishing wells

And running fields into fairy tales

The part of me that still sings

God is good

I think of you

And I imagine me

And I remember passing times and old nursery rhymes

Feeling shift makes me want to drift

Into a pretend house to tend

And I understood

I hold you up, dear friend

You must work your way to yourself

Don't you see the struggle I bare in these bones?

South Georgia

I've never been down South

And he sang, in Sodom South Georgia