Connecting through words

Softening the Edges

softening the edges
letting the sun warm
these travel weary bones

softening the edges
letting in the music
songs opening doors

softening the edges
letting the shoulders ease
it'll be okay

softening the edges
reaching out a hand
accept the gifts shared

softening the edges
letting in the love
heart opening, smile grows

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In Honor of Dottie

We buried Dottie today. She was Mom’s dog. She got her as a young puppy from the Humane Society. My grandson Kaleb chose her name based on the red dots in her long white hair, many of which only showed up when she’d been groomed.

She was Mom’s sidekick for many years. For the most part, where Mom went, Dottie went. Work, travel, you name it. And when Mom moved in with us towards the end of her life, Dottie came with her.