through a glass, darkly...

I hold my favorite Fourth of July memory in a teacup with both hands to keep it warm.  It was not red, white, or blue.  There were no fireworks.  I remember exactly where I sat.  It was a Monday.  We had steaks on TV trays.  I remember the light outside the window.  I can still hear the cars passing on the road.  Most of all, I remember my grandmother's love.  I remember her hands.  I remember the goodness in her heart.  It was just three days before my wedding.  I have never had a better Fourth.  I would move Earth out of its orbit just to feel that way again!  

True Blue

He found me

when I was the most

Unfindable

When all the scars had crusted

over and squeezed the pain into a hardened lump.

When my world rotated in

black and white

No sharp focus

No blues

No greens

Only this and not that

He found me.

Now, I must find him

 in

this silly game of

Hide and Seek we play.

Where love is always It.

Folly

2013