“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Sunday, July 31, 2011
Late Morning
He is resting under the blankets
one arm thrown up against his head,
eyes closed, face pale.
Later I hear him wake;
he is murmuring to the cat.
Then I hear him singing.
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To sing is not to feel pain.
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed your contributions to A River of Stones, Rosemary. Your writing is so clear and has such a distinct voice.
Yes. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the wonderful compliment!
aww this is beautiful Rosemary..paints a very vivid morning picture..and makes me think of my son...
ReplyDeleteThank you Claudia, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
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