Monday, April 25, 2011

April 25



His accent slightly foreign
troubled her.

"Don't forget My cross."
She heard "...crows."

So she fed them,
tossed them her trinkets.

Endless sacrifice
begetting love.
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5 comments:

S. Etole said...

your writing stops me in my tracks!!!

thank you ....

Cathy K said...

Wow! And I mean wow! Your writing parallels your photos perfectly!

emily wierenga said...

this is exquisite, dear susan. i am so glad to have met bethany's mom! cross and crows... endless sacrifice... lovely prose. and the photo.... i'm so glad you shared. peace to you, e.

Craig and Bethany said...

I love it! So it is, sacrifice makes love. Even in a round 'bout way it always circles back.

Joybird said...

lovely, and so comforting to know that the heart of the giver is seen, and loved. Oh the picture of her giving her best trinkets to the crows is beautiful, heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time.