Back From the Walking Dead — Day In the Life

Could it be? Have ah truly returned to this here ol’ blog thingy-ma-jiggy? I reckon’ I have, babe!

It’s officially been over four years since I last shared some words with the world on this here site. Four years, y’all. If it was a child, it would be able to tell you that it wanted to have Chic-Fil-A for lunch and let everyone on the line know that you were wearing a wig. That’s how long it’s been.

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Clouds – Poetry

“What is a cloud?” a little girl once asked me.
“Is it a puff of cotton?” she inquired.
“Why yes!” I told her.
“Don’t make God mad, or he’ll squeeze it and make rain.”
“Or could they be eye lids to the sun,” she thoughtfully said. I looked on and smiled.
“They’re the chariots of spirits who look at us from above,” I said.
“And the marshmallows we eat after we die and live among the stars,” she told me.
“They’re Jesus’ bed!” I exclaimed with a child-like grin.
“They’re the gates of the heavens,” she added. “And the pathway is through the stars.”
Looking at her, I said  “you have to be soft, or they won’t let you in.” She put a finger to her lips.
“They’re mama and papa,” she said to me.
“And everyone we ever once knew” I told her.
“And someday sweet baby sister, it will be me and you.”