Promises, Promises Promises of a pink morning sky,a resplendent sun breaking dawn.White clouds of hope rise up so highwe are born, we live and pass on. Some promises never come truewhen hardship and sadness abound.A tall pile of bills overdue,teardrops falling upon the ground. Promises of husband and wifetempered with blessings and sorrow.A curve inContinue reading “Promises, Promises”
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Colleen Keller Breuning 