Our Mabel

gravestone

In a family full of rowdy boys, she was our little angel. Never a whimper, or complaint, she always smiled. Tiny from birth, she looked like a porcelain doll, our perfect little lady. We thought she was the answer to our prayers. We didn't realize the answer instead was, "no."

Threshold

doorway to abandoned home

I remember the day you carried me over that threshold. You held my heart in your hands, my love and my dreams. We promised in sickness and in health. The sickness came so hard and quick. The rains stopped falling and the earth blew away, taking all our hopes along with it. The desolation seeped … Continue reading Threshold