Humble Poem #1 [Garden Drive]
I’m grateful for this quiet night, and sleep
and waking from a dream of my children
in my childhood home they’ve never seen,
staying up late singing “Dance, Dance, Dance”
with their uncle my brother around the living room
Translations from the English 
Very quiet…reflective. I am calmed by reading it. Almost it makes me forget the bad news I expect soon……………….
Ron
Ron, I hope the news is not so bad. I am also calmed by the idea of forgetting stuff that hasn’t happened yet. I think there’s good advice in that.
Thank you, Jeff. I’ve been dodging bullets for many years, but now it seems my shield has disappeared. Sorry for the downer.
I’m thrilled that the conference was a time of refreshing for you…sort of like a good old Southern Baptist Revival Meeting! *thin smile*
Ron
NOW you’re scarin me. With the revival meeting metaphor, I mean. With whatever the Other Thing is, you know my thoughts are with you, and against It.
Thank you for your concern and compassion. (Congestive heart failure at the worst…will know soon. No biggie!)
🙂
Ron