Father and Daughter (A Somonka, Hour Thirteen)

Father and Daughter   Heavenly Father, I praise Your name and thank you for amazing grace and Your love, so undeserved. You are my Savior.   Sweet Mandi, my child, I loved you before you knew me. Let not your heart be troubled. I will…

Poem 10

My father’s last day was nothing like all the days that came before it. The ones where he held my hand, scolded me, patiently helped me through my math homework, disappeared into the cellar to whistle while he built a shelf and escaped from his…

Poem 22

Walking along the shore on summer Sunday afternoons, collecting rocks and shells, cooling our feet, you and I. I always wanted to walk behind you to fit my feet into your footprints before the waves came to take them away. My heart was always afraid…

Photograph

He stands on a mountain, a mountain in Russia, in Russia where they found the cancer, the cancer that took away his ability to stand to stand on a mountain, ever again.

Father

I got my love of learning from my father He also gave it to my brother I got my love of people from my mother who also shared this with my sister I am reminded I am not alone by my friend and forced to…

Hour fifteen

many of us have heroes who lead remarkable lives but few could ever measure up to the hero in my eyes sacrificing and unselfish never asking for praise always willing to give his all never expecting to be repaid dependable and loyal strong and always…