The storm

My mother, not yet my mother

loving

my father, not yet my father

At a time when this

tumultuous storm

must’ve felt more like

the entrancing electricity of the lightening

than the distracting clap of the thunder

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5 thoughts on “The storm

      • I’ll try and be better about commenting, then.

        I sometimes get overwhelmed. I find I can either write, or read and comment. Not do both.

        I miss so much great stuff unfortunately. I’m so glad I caught this.

      • I’m exactly the same way. There are only so many hours in the day. I’d rather read about your crazy doctor’s visits than read about myself, though, that’s for sure. Choose writing!

      • Oh, you are an angel!

        But I can’t just take and not give!

        The blogging community is supposed to be a two-way street. And I’m so HAPPY you’re writing!!!!

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