Mother’s Day Legacy 2020

My Mama, 1914, the first-born to a logger and his wife training to become a nurse. Mama left us to live in Heaven last year, and a new girlie joined our family. Strange, my youngest granddaughter is Mama’s spitting image. God is funny that way, isn’t He? They look alike, although they won’t meet here…

This Dusty Book

#Classywrite handwritten- Prompt 74 “This dusty book holds locks of your hair, from infant days and childhood fair. In dreams you skip up to my inviting arms, and once again you are safe from all harms.”