As I stood in line at church, I can’t help but wonder what would it like to be married. Then again at my age and his, we are too hard-wired with our own bad habits.
Wise cracker said that: “Child, if it is meant to be that you remain single, then count your blessings. You are too old to bear “normal” children.”
Yes, as we both looked out the windows, we saw the fluffy, puffy clouds of white and imagined various shapes and faces.
Then as time would have its way, the skies soon became cloudy. Again, the rains fell, like my tears of rejection.
Perhaps, the Lawd Gawd is merciful to save me from troubles, heartaches, and headaches.
I’ll rest anon knowing all is well for now. But in the meantime, blogging is my pet dawg.
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