Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Sunday, August 31, 2008


Over the Clouds

High in the Air

Over the Ocean Deep and Blue

This Special Son of Mine

Returning from a Far Off Land

A Cottage awaits Him and

Even the Windows are Smiling

Instructions of Where Key to be Found

Thinking Mom May be Sleeping

She Will not Sleep

Until a Soft Glow in the Window Appears

Telling Her

One of Her Children is Once Again Safely Home.


Rinkly Rimes said...

You only mention your delightful immediate view, but my eye wandered to your street, which also looks lovely and leafy and quiet. Lucky you!

The W.O.W. factor! said...

"Even the windows are smiling"
I know that feeling! Our son was just here, for only a day, before heading East for a new exciting career move. My windows were smiling a welcome for him too!

Renie Burghardt said...

No matter how old they are, we always miss them and are happy when they return, aren't we?

Your son is handsome, and he is in an exotic setting there. And I bet he was glad to get home.

I enjoyed your lovely "poem" of the heart.

Take care!


One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Renie, thank you for your comments.
I have tried to respond to everyone. Some through this journal and some through email.
If I forgot anyone. Please forgive me.
Thanks to everyone who warmly responds to MY JOURNEY