From October, 2016

Signs of Life

I walked through the house and no bed was made. The rug that I vacuumed just yesterday now possesses a mixture of dust and dog hair once again. The tile floor near the front door greets us with remnants of outside. Tools lay beside the fire place. A blanket rests on the chair. Leftover tacos array the dining room table and a line of trash bags filled to the brim quietly await their new destination. Soccer shin pads, hair products and a used rag decorate the living room table. The family room has an array of items everywhere. A laundry…

The Person of Love

The sun glared through the window as I contemplated getting out of bed. My thoughts roamed to another time. A distant place. In retrospect, it was a brief moment in history. Moments that are now memories, like vapors in the air. They existed for a short expanse and they are forever gone.┬áMy misty eyes became a fountain. Tears of sadness, regret, joy, fulfillment, gain, loss, salvation and demise are all wrapped up in this juncture. Twenty-four years, eight children, three states and two countries later, here I lie. Soaked in the river of my sobs, I finally see. My blinders…