Heaven

Heaven is the place …
Where the harp string never breaks in the middle of the concert;
Where clumsy fingers never strike the wrong chord;
Where we can walk barefoot and our feet never stumble, step on a thorn, or stub a toe;
Heaven is the place …
Where the harp string never breaks in the middle of the concert;
Where clumsy fingers never strike the wrong chord;
Where we can walk barefoot and our feet never stumble, step on a thorn, or stub a toe;
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poetry, skepticism, observations, fantasy, religion
Answers to “Cat.” May answer to “Furball.”
(Depending on his mood)
Parenting is tough. Even when you don't have the answers, you have to pretend that you do.
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children, parenting, poetry, observations
A poetic reflection on time and shadow.
As the sun shone bright behind me
The girl that I had been
Appeared in slender shadow
As I walked westward home.