The Keychain

The keychain hung from the hook On the wall next to the jacket rack Worn and torn as it was always with her; Sparkling of favorite colors in the right light of silver and blue; Though showing signs of use and age. A niece who be-gifted for Christmas Heartfelt reminders of family all in aContinue reading “The Keychain”

Last Years Passing

There were days when it all felt so heavy  Like the rain played a perfect part in echoing the sadness.  Wondering if this was why Mr. Twain like the Northwest.  The low fog that hung thick and heavy over the rough waters.  Seasonal depression seem to hit extra hard In shifting through the wreckage thatContinue reading “Last Years Passing”