McVeytown

i am in a rocking chair, with my feet up on the couch arm, and a song book on my lap. i was singing. but my throat is all dry, and there was no one singing with me. so i quit. i am at Uncle Amos’ place. my aunt is sitting up and talking. i have nothing to do. someone talk to me.

i saw this quote somewhere in the Hearth and Home where it says, It’s Ok. and it is. it can be okay, it will be okay, and it is okay. when life is like this, where you are waiting, it’s okay. it’s okay if you don’t know what is going to happen, it’s okay. and somehow, that is my lifeline right now. it’s okay. everything is okay.

barren trees and empty

branches

line the mountains

where the once,

bright colors

are dying.

dreary sky and mournful

wind

chase the dead brown

leaves across

the dead brown

ground.

warm light and wooden

walls

reflect old love

and young voices

into our

lives.

happy day to you dear peoples.