One Fine Day

It’s Fine Today (1st Stanza – by Douglas Malloch) Sure, this world is full of troubleI ain’t said it ain’t.Lord, I’ve had enough and doubleReason for complaint;Rain and storm have come to fret me,Skies are often gray;Thorns and brambles have beset meOn the road — but say,Ain’t it fine today? Continue reading One Fine Day

Reflections Where

Upon my father’s last day gone in an instant come what may and what waswithin our shared moments too much love squanderedas we did what we thought needed to be done our hearts rarely speaking to anothermay be much was fatedbut hidden love is love regardless. Continue reading Reflections Where