my attempt at blending the arts I cherish
My Mother’s Father
We sat snuggled, he and I,
in that single-cab Toyota. Chilled,
I leaned up from behind and
rested my small cheek on his coated
The heater whined as the winter
wind whistled beyond
the windows. Gram had sent us
to town for groceries, but
we smiled on the return trip,
for the fireplace
awaited our cold bodies and
happy hearts. Settled,
I sat small in his lap
looking over the wrinkled
Breathing in rhythm with the
strong chest, I lock up
this quiet love,
of that value is what allows
little girls to grow up in beauty.
what if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra?
My semester abroad living in Bath, England and traveling across Europe.
Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.
Art and Design by Kathryn Buncik
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"...that the Lord has made."
my adventurous semester across the big blue