The sun spread across my lawn like peanut butter. The sun woke me with a quiet whisper of good morning. The day holds a promise I think.
Catholic Woman's Journal of Recovery, Inspirational Creative Writing and Hope
The sun spread across my lawn like peanut butter. The sun woke me with a quiet whisper of good morning. The day holds a promise I think.
TBI survivor, florist, ebook author, inspired to encourage others through my writing. -Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars. View more posts