It only takes a moment to listen, a moment to care.A moment to hear what they have to share. What may seem miniscule to you May seem as big as the ocean blue from.a different view. It’s amazing the difference it can make to feel heard. When one is drowning in their own words. GodContinue reading “A Moment”
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If Animals Could Talk: A Peek Into the Mind of a Toddler
If bugs could talk what would they say? Would they complain the sun is to hot or wish for another day? If birds could talk, what would they tweet? Would they tell us of their favorite spot to eat? Would they talk about what they saw high up in the sky Or maybe tell usContinue reading “If Animals Could Talk: A Peek Into the Mind of a Toddler”
Without Ceasing
What sacrifices have you made in life? What sacrifices have I made in life? I wasn’t sure how to answer this question. When words escape me, I use rhymes to bring clarity. Here is a poet’s twist on today’s prompt. The sacrifices of a mother never change. They only transform with each passing age. OneContinue reading “Without Ceasing”
False Stories
This world brings worries and often false stories. You can’t believe the mediaor even wikipedia. A constant overload of information to keep us in a state of confusion. The content taught in schoolsare made to create fools. The truth hidden away only accessed by who they say. The elite control every aspectbut they lack empathyContinue reading “False Stories”
Mother’s Day
I was going to write a quirky and thoughtful post for Mother’s day and I simply just didn’t get around to it. So a well wishing will have to do this year. Happy Mother’s Day and may God bless you all.
Porridge
There once was a boy named Georgewho hated eating porridge. He would a yuck and yack cough and hack all before his tongue even knewif it truly tasted like shoes His mother’s brow gave him a scowl and said a little taste will do.If he gave it a chance he might like it too. TheContinue reading “Porridge”
9-5 Time clock
I clock in and I clock out I drive the same route The steps I take The moves I make The same routine, habitual and mundane.Sunshine or rainAll to sustain I sacrifice my time in comparison to a dime. Minutes ticking away. Moment passing away. Each second I miss I can’t reminisce I have toContinue reading “9-5 Time clock”
Single Beat of a Drum
My poems tend to have a single tone. Like water meeting a stone. Or the ring of a phone. Maybe at some point a new rhythm will begin.Until then I’ll just follow my pen and ride it till the end. Because truthfully, I don’t know what to do to find a new tune.Maybe all thisContinue reading “Single Beat of a Drum”
I Am Always Watching
I sit in the corner and watch it all,you won’t believe the things I’ve saw. I watched you eat and watched you play.I have even heard the things you say. I know when you shower or brush your teeth.Or when you’re happy beyond belief. I attend every celebration I am present during special occasions. IContinue reading “I Am Always Watching”
While He tells us many promises. Tomorrow isn’t one of them.
What is a mistake other than a lesson to be learned?Not a memory that needs to burn. I can look backand a lot of time I was off track mostly because of the knowledge I lacked. It’s okay to backslide,as long as you find the right path in time. But time is a tricky thingContinue reading “While He tells us many promises. Tomorrow isn’t one of them.”
Heather Congrove 