With the recent death of his father in addition to the brutal sting of his mother’s death last Winter, sixteen-year-old Morgan was lost in life.
Looking through her wedding album, Joyce sat with her young son, telling the tale of that joyous day. “You see,” she pointed to the man standing beside her in the photo, “that’s Papa.” The young boy lit up.
The steady leak from the roof hit the dirt floor with a dull thud. Only the scurrying mice heard. The cows and horses were in their paddocks. The black cat sat lazily in the rafters with her tail hanging over the side slowly swaying. She eyed the mice below with disinterest. A distant rumble of thunder perked her ears.
A Dead Man's Laugh
"It was a somber time; when he died. He was a good friend to everyone he knew. He had no enemies. His laugh, oh, his laugh was beautiful. It brought merriment to all those who heard it; and with just a week before Christmas, it’s his laugh that will be the most missed part of the holiday.
Reiterate July 22, 2009 It’s nice to be, Just be. With no one else around, Without any other sound. My music sounds out.
Original June 22, 2013 Not old, not a repeat, Original as new can be Not the same ‘ol thing With just a different ring
Out of His Hat
Out of His Hat 9/18/11 They say it’s lonely At the top. I wouldn’t know. Yet it can be Quite lonely here
Out of Line
Out of Line 6/10/12 Been living unopposed No contradictions Getting along in line By being far from it Never moving away