Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have cancelled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. She was tired. The sleet storm and icy roads … Read more
When eventide approaches and light of day grows dim I tiptoe to my sleeping child, to gaze in awe of him. Curly head and dimpled cheek so dear, in sweet repose. Soft sounds of slumber emanate, melodious dreaming, I suppose. No word can speak, nor tongue may tell, the love that swells my soul, as … Read more
Is this your child? someone asked me when I was shopping in a crowded store. Is this your child? I stopped for a moment and looked at at my son. He hadn’t let me comb his hair that day, and he wore his favorite teeshirt which was decorated in ketchup red and chocolate brown. His … Read more