spring – shannon p. laws

Day 24

The Twitter account “Shower Thoughts” has a good thought that is working for me. It reads: “Go to bed, you’ll feel better in the morning” is the human version of “Did you turn it off and turn it back on again?” Sleep is a marvelous reset, isn’t it? I am thankful for my little bed. Continue reading “Day 24”

Poem: Her Hands

Her Hands The door squeaks Hello as I enter her sanctuary The leather garden gloves still hold the hands. I see them. It is the first thing I see. History molded into each finger strip crooked right pointer finger bump on the left where a ring sat blacken ends that dipped in freshContinue reading “Poem: Her Hands”

Poetry: Him

HIM When she thinks of him she smiles When he stands in front of her She sees him as an old man Still standing there That look in his eyes In front of her, smiling “Could he stay there, with me, that long? Could I know him ‘till he goes gray?” Sometimes I wish IContinue reading “Poetry: Him”

Neighborhood Watch

This morning I decided to fore go the trip to the gym’s treadmill and “tread” around my own neighborhood. Last fall I measured a one mile loop through town, and walked it four times a week before I joined the gym. Feeling nostalgic, without giving it anymore thought, I dressed for the walk. Slipping into my outdoor walkingContinue reading “Neighborhood Watch”