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Red hats Purple complements of lace or tool Fancy ladies gathered with her Singing Cell Mates Where bingo replaced the bars Melodies then echoing to audiences in Rockers, walkers, wheelchairs Always a project in progress To fit small feet Baby hands My hands Our heads for whips of winter wind. Our favorite... Continue Reading →
The power of a dream. I saw her again. Shining. Glimmering. As she always did, does. Smile glistening Cheeks rosy Silver locks long now. I stopped her from tying them back; Her bare skin lingered with tearful memories. I said, "Keep them down." Mom agreed. That shining smile flashed. I knew it was a... Continue Reading →
“I read and write, Grandma!” My 95-year-old grandmother just wasn’t buying it. In our last phone call, the conversion led to shows we watch on television and what I do on the weekends. I responded with some cooking shows and The Bachelor (duh), and of course, reading and writing. I think she finally just gave... Continue Reading →
You don't have to watch this You don't need to hear this You don't need to cry about this You don't need to worry about this. You are peaceful with Him. You have everything you need now. You are glowing, pain-free, and happy. You are peaceful with Him. The best part of today is you... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 