PAT DURMON, POET
March 30, 2020
It’s a huge job.
Tiring and joy-packed, if you have the nerve to take it on, if you are willing to live out the role. No money in this kind of work. Just purpose and love.
I remember when grandkids were little and fought over our laps. I still can throw back my head and...
March 23, 2020
It’s Wednesday evening. Light is dimming in the sky.
During normal times, we are picking up children in a van for church. Today is abnormal. Church is closed. Children are staying home. We are staying home.
Last Wednesday night, we asked the children to help us look for...
March 16, 2020
Another event—cancelled, postponed, put away, put aside. The stores are out of toilet paper? What?
I am shocked.
I might have been less surprised if it had been a computer virus. I’m always being warned about computer viruses. Norton keeps me in the loop.
But a virus that...
March 9, 2020
Gone for several days.
When I returned home, it was early evening. Half-expected the dogs to be spinning and gleeful, but no thoughts about the daffodils!
Only buds when I left. Now laughing and rabble-rousing! Full blooms!
If you aren’t a flower person, you may not get i...
March 2, 2020
According to the great philosopher Forrest Gump, “Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
There’s one line from the Forrest Gump movie I hang onto. There’s never enough rocks….
Was that the heart of the story? No, I don’t...
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"A Dog's Purpose" by W. Bruce Cameron
"Alzheimer's" a poem by Bob Hicok