Gratitude Poem
Good morning Lord so thankful for all you do and what you tell, Thank you for your spirit and we can live under his spell
Old Lady at Lucky’s
In line at Lucky’s this afternoon, I observed an elderly lady in front of me. Her paper thin skin and over applied matted makeup could tell tales of years of showmanship. Her lip fillers now past their prime tilted her face a bit forward. From under the platter size hat, I could scarcely see her home colored hair- pale blond. Her coca- cola bottle glasses weighed heavy on the bridge of her nose.