Angel From Montgomery

The whole mill was loud–so loud that you could sing to yourself, at the top of your lungs and no one would be able to hear you unless they were right up on your platform.  So, I sang.  To help my memory, because I can’t do only one thing at a time, I decided to learn new songs.  I looked up the lyrics and tried to sing all the way through without a mistake.  I learned 5 or 6 new songs doing this.  Singing became a part of my work life.  It helped the time pass and, well, it really felt good

Day 47: Plague and Pestilence

Shower Thoughts: Vehicles today can surf the web, link to your phone, stream music and videos, etc.. but they still can’t perform a simple database lookup to tell you what the check engine light is on for. Good morning.  How ya’ doing today?  Are you up with the birds like me? If so imagine theContinue reading “Day 47: Plague and Pestilence”

Poem: Tuesday

Happy is the heart That thinks on love Measuring the value of emotion Feeling the presence of its girth Your worth to me is more than flesh. Consideration, admiration of the thrusting in this world Carefully selected conversations meant to keep me a gentle-lady If you come through the door And bring an offering ItContinue reading “Poem: Tuesday”