By Tonia Marie Harris
Your heart cries for your loss every day, even when the rain comes in and the grass turns green again. I see it in the lines around your mouth and hear it in your voice when you sing. You keep singing, cause that’s what folks around these parts do. Well, for the most part. Old Farmer Higgs down the road, he don’t sing no more.
Come for a walk with me, My Love. The dishes will wait and that old clock stopped ticking the night she died. I want to hold my wife’s hand and listen to the sound of your gait on the frontage road.
Remember when I first met you? That day your eyes were as blue as the sprig of forget me nots I gave you that night. How our ankles were wet with dew and I promised to have a star named after you. [Read more…] about When the Spinning Stops