Note by Nora

Without knowing death, can one live? To think that time is eternal. Yet I search everywhere and he is no more. No more morning hellos or precious hugs. No more bounding joy or deepest love. Can life remain the same when one dies in your arms, the last breaths fade and the body jerks? Left facing a stark reality that questions what is really real. [ 63 more words ] https://notebynora.wordpress.com/2020/10/06/no-more/

His heart has only so many beats in itMine shattersNot ready... Lord please add more Nothing but loveGlorious as an Indian summerCouldn't have wished for more In the sweet by and by,We shall meet on that beautiful shore... https://notebynora.wordpress.com/2020/10/04/baxter/

'tween hollyhock petals gilded fat with pollen dust bumblebees do laze sun sets, petals close tucked in by Gods enfold do bumblebees dream https://notebynora.wordpress.com///21/do-bumblebees-dream/

Never thought we'd get dad off the farm. Yet the right place and right time trumped. My folks said yes to the adventure and uprooted. In the whirlwind of working like a farm kid while helping sort 40 plus years of stash, many things reconnected to my heart. I was little. Our farm house was tiny yet I never noticed. Life was life. [ 131 more words ] https://notebynora.wordpress.com/2020/02/17/roots-a-tribute/