Author: moebwat

I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back...

It’s the words not spoken out loudlingering in the air like a dark cloud It seems silence is deafeningwaiting for, peace to bring It...

Natures bywaysnot cement highways Its flowering plantsmarching army ants squirrels racingplaying, chasing mocking birds talkingslow turtles walking ducklings following in a rowfollow mama where...

Lifes miles are years in the making.sound, voices, patterns, relationships making sometimes it’s a simple thing; it doesn’t take much to inventyou’re never questioning...

repost On a lazy summer, breezy dayGrandads garden flowers would rock and sway A more beautiful scene could not equateFrom The view I had...

Life is a puzzle. Sometimes with a few pieces missingWe may not realize that fact until the end, and we sit wishing We regret...

I don’t remember ever utteringThe words I’m bored or any other such thing Having to do with a lack of entertainment for the dayI...

Caregivers He always knew there would be no life for himselfCaring for his father, the sons’ dreams are shelved No dances, no dates, no...

Mother said I learned to read at an early ageShe said I was like an animal let out of a cage So many thoughts...