Monthly Archives: August 2011

Hand-Me Down

Nine-patch, maple leaf, bowtie, flying geese and wedding ring in squares and neat hand stiches packed away in trunks and closet shelves to be handed down, mother to daughter to grand-daughter but sometimes the hours of love and labor are … Continue reading

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His Eyes Still Dance

He talked a lot once. He told stories that made us laugh. A man of the hills, his bright eyes sparkled like a summer sky. Then something happened, a stroke, that quieted his voice and left his stories hanging in … Continue reading

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Shadows

Present and past collide in stone and shadows on graves of the long dead unknown their lives a mystery, ours a work in progress here they sleep in anonymity, names forgotten and pasts lost to time and progress. Who were … Continue reading

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