"A good father will leave his imprint on his daughter for the rest of her life."James C. Dobson His HandsBy Elece HollisAs we harvested the grapes for jelly-makingI took photos of his hands;I wanted never to forget those hands,How they looked in my mind's eye.The photos shocked me—rocked meNever would I have thought those handsHad already... Continue Reading →
Now I am Grandma.Starting into my sixty-first year,I am still my Mama's child.These pieces of simple lifeCornhusk dollsOne a bride in green,One an angel in blue,One a girl wearing a dress with puffed sleevesSpeak to my little girl insideThat I will never be too oldNever need give up play and joy,Will always be Daddy's girl.
Dear Dad,I remember that day at the fair when I was only five-years-old. I lost you and panicked and ran to catch up and grab your hand. Imagine my fright to realize I had chosen the wrong hand! I knew how your hand felt and knew I had erred. Soon I found you and the comfort of... Continue Reading →