Thirty-seven.
Two breasts – gone.
Two brain tumors – surgically removed.
Three children.
Three siblings.
One husband.
One friend counting.
Three days.
Fifty -two weeks.
Twenty years.
Right now, praying for thirty-eight.
Month: March 2016
Don’t Forget to Breathe
Night sky.
Waxing gibbous.
Wax on. Wax off
Stars. Clouds brilliant.
Trees reaching to the heavens.
Creek whispers hymns of joy, love, loss, and sorrow.
Don’t forget to breathe. Very important.
Creekside Whispers 