The good Lord has granted us a gift, it’s another brand new day.
Where will we go, what will we do, the opportunity is ours alone.
Our calendar normally has restricted any chance of us getting away.
But it’s morning, I get to hold you and your arms always feel like home.
Just when the hours were no longer fitting into each day. And many nights found me weeping, head in my hands. Thoughts were reactive and words seemed only for display. All creative energy was emptied just meeting demands.
The Old Farmer (2014) The Old Farmer Too On a walk over a hill, alongside a green field, I saw the old farmer again just the other day. He didn’t look up as he walked,…
Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain?
A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents’ favor to gain.
Today we come together to remember one of us, one held so dear.
I implore you to ensure that her sweet, smiling spirit ne’er disappear.
Wendy Tefft (1977-2106).
Wendy Tefft, 38, of Dunbarton, died September 1 2016.
Wendy taught Kindergarten at Glen Lake School in Goffstown NH, where she was employed for two years.
Tomorrow, another school year begins in Goffstown, NH. Yet, tonight, for the third time in four days, I was stopped in my tracks when I saw the obituary for Mrs. Wendy Tefft online. We all should be seeing her tomorrow, standing out front, smiling, and greeting all. Imagine how long the list of accolades and kind words would be if Mrs. Tefft hadn’t been taken so soon. We were some of the fortunate ones that got to feel her impact. We all will miss her here in this community.
I am not sure where to begin. I started here because this is where the top of my page begins. But maybe, I should start from the bottom because some things feel like they’ve just recently been turned upside down.
How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky? The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.
How do I sleep, when all my blood, it boils? Watching as all the effort, it goes to spoils. How do I breathe when fire steals the air? When the driven are reduced to…
Happy Mother’s Day Mom! One night a couple of months ago, I was tired and my mind was overflowing. I needed at least a little downtime and some quiet. I sat alone at my keyboard,…
Sometimes I just want to sit and cry. Sometimes I do. Usually when the feeling strikes me like it has today, I sit and I write.
