In a crowded room of yesteryears
I was born among the years that Dolly Parton became first known to America for her songs and of course, the notorious boob jokes. If you think big boobs are all there is to Dolly then the biggest joke is on you
Sitting in the windowsill of my bedroom with my knees pulled up to my chin feeling powerless and full of hate
Music plays but I do not hear
Rhythms of the road softly lull
Talk fades into the distance
Savoring what lingers
In the air
Come blow your horn
Memories of dreams and playful hearts lay dormant under a blanket of ivy.
As a canopy spread over delicate leaves
wilting growth reached for speckled light
finding its way through
It is always a treat when my daughter comes home to visit. She brings her ‘children’ with her so they can join us for some beach time run and romp sessions.
His first tattoo was at the age of 14 in 1952 paying homage to his mother and brothers.
I assumed all dads were covered in artwork and words.