This week's word is FRAYED. Here's what I got! As always, I pray you will reflect, relax and enjoy...
Frayed
Copyright 2012
yesterday i stumbled across
our blanket...
you know the one
red and black with fringe on the end
it's rather faded
slightly frayed
smelling a little of moth balls
holding memories of times past...
laying near a tree in Chickasaw Park
watching you ball
running up and down the concrete court
shirtless, sweat glistening on your back
wrapped around my legs
knees drawn to my chest
sitting at the kitchen table
holding the phone close to my ear
trying not to fall asleep as you talk my ear off about your day
cuddled up on Granny's couch
watching White Shadow on the floor model TV
snow falling
wind knocking the screen door
draped over my shoulders
standing on the front porch
in the cool of the morning
watching you pack your car
leaving me alone
stumbled across our blanket
put it in the cedar chest
cause that's where heirlooms go
it'll be there waiting
till you come home
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