Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad – Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad. Some homes are broken, and children there grieve. Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?”
I found this poem on my search for Christmas spirit. It got to me, so I thought I share it with all of you.
I like the idea of being rare, I like it a lot.
I worked long hours this week, finished a project up and didn’t get too much beauty-sleep and it shows. It shows in my face; I look tired and I can’t wait for my date with the sandman tonight.
My Grandmother, the wonderful, wise woman who raised me, was a refugee. She left her home town right at the end of WWI in 1918, when she was 17 years old.
Both of her parents had been killed during the war and there was no place to call home anymore. She left town with her sister Emma, who was just 2 years older.
What if we all would be rich?
Would some still ask for more?
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Last weeks writing challenge was fun, thank you to everyone who participated.
Last weeks “Knock, Knock writing challenge” was a big success. OK maybe not a big success when compared to other challenges, but it was a big success for my little blog. I enjoyed reading all the posts and it made me wonder how many more treasures we have hidden in our archives.
My husband comes home in the evening and he turns on the TV. It’s his favorite past time entertainment. News, sports, shows and documentaries, there is always something on, that is worth watching. Some shows I like and we watch them together, but often I lose interest and my mind wanders of.
I would like to say “Thank you” to everybody who participated in last weeks “Knock, Knock writing challenge. You guys rock! You showed me pictures and artwork that I hadn’t seen before and I loved it all. Not just that, you knew about the artist and the paintings and I enjoyed each and every post. What a great way to get to know each other better.
My blogging friend Calensariel wrote a beautiful post about why she loves and continues to write >>>I write because<<<. It’s beautiful, well worth reading and it left me wondering about my own motivation. We all have different reason why we write and I was wondering what were mine? The love to write is one thing, but why do I share it with the world – well, part of the world anyway?