I love twisted potato chips? Don’t you? I had an opportunity to have lunch with my heavenly friends, @Panera Bread, one of my favorites. Of course, I like chattering friends at times but didn’t have them on this trip. I guess my angels wanted to entertain me so I purchased my sandwich, soup and chips.Continue reading “Moments of Joy”
Category Archives: Short Story
Mirror, Mirror
“Mirror, mirror of my mind who is the prettiest woman in this land.” (Have we heard this tale before?) Oh my dear said the Mirror, “You are ugly as ugly can be.” “Oh,” cried the woman, “I must be perfect. I must look young. I must do something about this terrible mess called me.” “I’llContinue reading “Mirror, Mirror”
Rooster Choice
Nestled among the hills of Virginia was a seemingly quiet farm or at least it use to be before an arrogant rooster appeared one day. From the unusually quiet farmyard came a squawking that had not been heard before. All eyes searched the yard to see who was making all that commotion. A rooster standingContinue reading “Rooster Choice”
My Father’s Rich You Know
My father’s rich you know and I’ll tell you why? He spends hours playing softball with me. He shows me how to hold a bat. He yells run fast. See my father takes time with me, because my father’s rich you know. He spends hours at the river with me. Throwing me in and listeningContinue reading “My Father’s Rich You Know”
To My Dad
The old man’s face was gaunt and thin His hair now solid grey. His hands where muscle once had been Showed only bone today. He tightly clutched his old cigar Then touched the unlit end with fire.
Congratulation to the Grads of 2009
I, Vincent Dylan Ralph, Lawrence Academy, Merry Hill, NC, graduating class of ’09, would like to join ‘The Daily Lily’ in congratulating all the Grads of 2009. We hope and pray for your success in every way. I wrote the following poem and had the opportunity to recite it at one of our graduating ceremoniesContinue reading “Congratulation to the Grads of 2009”
Old Hands
The place where the school stood is empty now, And bears only shades of the past. The laughter of children is no longer heard, Yet many sweet memories last.
My Pledge
Memorial Day Remembering those who paid the price To heed their country’s call Thus sparing us the tyrants heel Did gladly give their all.
David David
This psalm of David sixty-nine So thrills this aged heart of mine. For sake of rhyme, I paraphrase, To speak of David’s wayward ways.
My Mother’s Crowns
The New Jerusalem has been Prepared as the mother of us all That great city, the Holy Jerusalem will be filled with sons and daughters From the nations
