wings and things


That and a little bit of this

A few notes of explanation .

Blogging is new to me, and it is taking a while to get it right. daughter’s comment last week, which was read as if that poem, Gratitude, was written by my mother and not by me!

Inviting you to follow took a lot of courage.

I am posting a variety of things I have written over the years, taken from my memoirs, travel journals, attempts at fiction, poetry, written usually in response to musings about life and faith, and collections that I have assembled to hand on. But it occurred to me recently that, like artists and photographers, writers need an audience, so you are mine.

Here is today’s item, a poem I wrote about my two beautiful sons a good while ago.

SONS. by Meg

What is this thing

Between a woman

And her sons?

“When I grow up

I want to…

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