[W]ith all the attention he got, Sheila found herself wishing they’d just send him back with the stork that brought him. Over the next several years, she repeated that wish to anyone who might be able to do something about it – Jesus, Santa, the Easter Bunny… she even left a note with the zookeeper, just in case that stork ever flew in to visit his family.
They’re stories. They’re short. Need more be said??
the Teddy Bear
The bear was indeed handsome! He was as soft as kitten fur, as fluffy as one would imagine a cloud to be, his modern joints allowed him to stand, sit, and reach his arms out for a hug, and his black eyes shone with radiance and pride. He was the finest of bears, one of a kind, and incredibly valueable.
The First, The Last, Amen
Betty Waller Parsley Stepp, 3/10/07 – written 3 years, almost to the day, before she passed away on 3/7/10, after a long journey through Alzheimers The last time I saw her was a Grace, and Amazing… In a small country church, she rose to go forward and sing. She had done this before in her …
Help Me Grow
Long ago, Mom made an Artex wallhanging of “Children Learn What They Live” – a great poem by Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D., and worthy of parents’ frequent reading. I’ve read it so often that I’m certain it had influence on this one, which says some of the same things, but is more wordy. ———————- Please… …
Timmy
Timmy was a bright little boy, with a whole world of dreams waiting just ahead of him – adventures around every turn, wonderful places to explore, and explore them he would – as soon as his chores were done. He was good with his hands – oh, the things he could create from a few …