The content is about the author’s anticipation of a family visit to Florida, particularly to surprise her grandkids. The author reflects on her grandchildren’s personalities and expresses nostalgia for their growth. She shares her excitement and love for her family, emphasizing the upcoming trip and the joy it will bring.
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Through a Child’s Eyes
The post captures the magic of experiencing Christmas through a child’s eyes, with special moments and memories shared with grandchildren Posie and Hatcher. Despite some setbacks, including a delay due to a vehicle fire and heavy traffic on the journey, the author expresses gratitude for a joyful trip and looks forward to a peaceful New Year.
Love At First Sight
Love At First Sight I believe in love at first sightWarmed up by the golden sun raysChocolate eyes and a smile so brightI will never forget those days. Warmed up by the golden sunraysWe flew high in cornflower skiesI will never forget those daysWatching white fluffy clouds drift by. We flew high in cornflower skiesListeningContinue reading “Love At First Sight”
Washed Away
Washed Away There is no calmafter the storm.Waters recede,the sun shines warm. Foreboding cloudshave left the sky.There are no tearsleft here to cry. All that we knewwas washed away.Our rainbow huesmuddled to gray. A sense of doomat damage done.Picking up pieceswe carry on… Yes, we are aliveand we shall survive… We shall survive. Colleen KellerContinue reading “Washed Away”
Beyond the Spanish Moss
Beyond the Spanish Moss Scrub pines and banyans beckonbedecked with Spanish mosslazy cumulus clouds drift freeacross the periwinkle horizon. Fiery sun rises opposite the moonits early morning heat blazingas the dragonfly silently hoversalighting on dew drenched lily pad. The blue heron turns, unblinkinglifts long delicate wings in flightgliding gracefully across the bayand the seagulls areContinue reading “Beyond the Spanish Moss”
Tangerine
Tangerine Sitting at a stoplightas I look the other waymosquito on the dashboardmeasuring a summer’s day. Familiar song on the radiotakes me back to the fraya memory churns slowlyI find it slips away to grey. One split second hesitationspeeding car, runaway trainthinking of what might have beenthe hours they bring me pain. Blaring horns, obscenitiesmouthContinue reading “Tangerine”
Colleen Keller Breuning 