My brother

paperdolls
endless teasing
gut wrenching laughter

birth of my first born
by my side
holding my hand

endless talks
taking my side
staying through the tears

growing old
endless teasing
gut wrenching laughter



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

2025

Image
photo credit; Pamela Ford Green                                        2025 On my recent excursion to Animal Kingdom with my youngest grandchildren, I noticed these colorful pieces of cloths hanging from ropes among some trees. After a little research I discovered that in certain cultures, hanging cloths on trees serves as a form of offering a prayer, leaving a message for spirits or deities or for making a wish. I further learned they are called Clootie trees.     So, on this second day of the year 2025, I am posting this picture for you, the reader.  I pray that you will live each day of the new year to the best of your ability. I ask that the angels, the spirits, your deity to protect and guide you. Lastly, I wish for you love, laughter and health as you travel through the year ahead.  
Read more
Image
 There is a sacredness in tears, They are not the marks of weakness, but of power. They are messengers of unspeakable love. Washington Irving (1783-1859) I have not been able to write about this until now.  My father left this world early in the morning on December 4, 2022.  I was holding him in my arms, trying to keep him upright so he could breathe easier.  His other children, close by, holding his hand, telling him they loved him, watching in disbelief at what was happening.  My mom, his wife of 73 years, lay in bed next to him, holding his hand not ever wanting to let go. I remember being surrounded by silence after his last breathe, then quiet sobbing and then slowly everyone filtered out of the room.  My brother and I lay my Dad's body down in the middle of the bed and gently covered him, just as if he were sleeping.  I left the room for a moment and as I came back I saw my brother, my Dad's only son, sitting on the bed, bent over and hugging his...
Read more

Rise Like the Phoenix

Image
                                                                  Fattoria Santo Stefano           photo credit Pamela Ford Green                                                                                                        Italy was breathtaking in so many ways. Nothing more beautiful than the sunset looking over the vineyard. In the dead of winter, back home in New England, I struggle to feel the warmth and beauty of it all. There are only days now, before the country that I love, hands over the ultimate power to a vindictive,  ...
Read more