My youngest daughter’s class is watching Schindler’s List as part of their senior literature…
One day at a time, one step at a time, one breath at a time…
I have an episode from my childhood that I don’t talk about much.
little girls lost
torn between two worlds
I’ve developed an unusual style of parenting over the years. I’ve always felt that my parents were too overwhelmed by health issues and three very bright kids (I was the dumbest ;) ) to parent me properly. My grandmothers both tried to assist, but at times it wasn’t enough.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.Civilla Martin (1905), as inspired by a statement by Mrs. Doolittle (1904)
The NSA need not surveil me.The FBI doesn’t need to monitor my communications.Abba’s eyes are on the sparrow,And I know He’s always watching me.
Author’s Note: This is republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/11/10/eyes-in-the-mirror/.
I would look in the mirror year upon year.Even as I aged I never saw me.I saw his eyes,And I wanted…
Abba, Abba — I can’t see You!I can’t find You!
The darkness grows darker.The gates are locked.The doors are barred.The windows are shuttered.The land feels empty, barren, sterile.
The tears of a womanAre jewels from the hand of heaven.They are a down paymentOn a future of love, joy, and companionship.
I write my heart,And I wonder if humans care.Does anyone really read it?Does my voice matter?But maybe my focus is wrong.