Last Christmas we hardly bought any toys for our children.
How did they grow up so quickly?
The times of toy wonder are drawing to a close. My daughter still plays with Barbies and baby dolls. My youngest son is still entranced by Legos. But my oldest son thinks he’s outgrown toys.
Friends, this poem won 3rd place in the poetry contest at this weekend’s All Write Now! conference. Enjoy!
Chicka-chicka-chicka
the pressure cooker prattles
on the avocado stove
while I help Grandma
set the table for ten.
In my search for a “real” family, God provided three kinds of healing, while I was growing up and even today. Here are my findings:
My red notebook from junior high holds one recurring theme—a wish to go back in time. Sure, it details the requisite girl drama, secret crushes, and bad poetry. But over and over again a lament sounds: “I wish I could be five years old again, when life wasn’t so complicated.” Until I reread this notebook … Read more