Author: Nancy Lou Henderson | Page 3

Southern Sweet Mint Tea

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As Elsa filled the small pan with water at the sink, she looked out the kitchen window, and her mind wandered back to her childhood. (How many times had she done this same routine early in the morning of a hot summer day?) When she had filled the pan with just the right amount of water, she placed it on the burner on the stove. While waiting for the water to come to a boil, Elsa opened the cabinet, grabbed the box of teabags. She placed the right amount of teabags into her Grandmothers’ well-used teapot. After the water began to boil, she turned off the burner and poured the hot water over...

One More Chance

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Did that fire happen, or am I dreaming? Now I need to check myself out. My back feels solid and straight, both of my arms feel attached, my seat not burned, all four legs are still there, but I only feel one foot. I feel blistered and scorched on one side, but most importantly, I need my other foot. Without two feet, I am useless. Maybe, I am at the end of my journey, but what a good rocking time I have had. My journey started in a barn, which...

One More Journey

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Did that fire happen, or am I dreaming? Now I need to check myself out. My back feels solid and straight, both of my arms feel attached, my seat not burned, all four legs are still there, but I only feel one foot. I feel blistered and scorched on one side, but most importantly, I need my other foot. Without two feet, I am useless. Maybe, I am at the end of my journey, but what a good rocking time I have had. My journey started in a barn, which is where my creator built me. You know what? My creator hand-carved the wooden spooled slats that make up my back and legs, and then he carefully...

Visions & Smells

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Visions & Smells Looking through photo albums, I focused on a picture from the past. This photograph was of an old two-story apartment building, which was our first home. Shutting my eyes, the memories in my mind began to flow fast. While going deep into my memories, I saw myself walking alone. A mixture of aromas from past foods cooked filled the air. A smell not memorable for just one cuisine, but a pleasant blend of them all. Suddenly, I smelled your aftershave then pictured you sitting in your favorite chair. Entering the bedroom, I saw the curtains blowing then smelled the fresh air...

Always There

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I am feeling overwhelmed, and then you touched my hair, reminding me, you are always there. You are living in Heaven, now far away, sending loving touches to me today. I am thanking God for the gift of you, giving me a sweet love so true. I am reminded of the life we shared, remembering how much adventure we dared. I am writing this poem to remind me each day, receiving love from you is never far away. Views: 153