Tag: Love | Nancy Lou Henderson

Seed of Love

Posted by Nancy Henderson in Poetry | 2 comments

Seed of Love Darkness does surround, Waiting in the ground, Moisture touches me, Waking me to flee, Outer shell has burst, Increasing my thirst, Breaking thru the earth, Today is my rebirth Sunlight on my face, Feeling God’s amazing grace Stand firm and straight, Budding flowers await, Flowers soon to bloom, Removing human gloom, Once a lifeless seed, Sharing love in times of need. By...

Waking You Up

Posted by Nancy Henderson in short story | 2 comments

There was an aroma of coffee perking, as the alarm buzzed loudly. Elsa knew it was time to get out of bed, but she laid there thinking, with her eyes closed, before turning the alarm off. She loved the bookstore downstairs, but as the owner, she knew it had monopolized her life, keeping her robotic seven days a week. The bookstore was only open to the public Monday thru Saturday, but on Sundays, Elsa did book work and restocked the bookshelves. Knowing it was Sunday, Elsa felt even more alone than usual as she got out of bed. Since it was Sunday, Jed knew the bookstore was closed, and...

When He Visits

Posted by Nancy Henderson in Poetry | 2 comments

When He Visits Writing then feeling, you touch my hair. Pausing and knowing, I have time to spare. Remembering then picturing, your dimples and smile. Wanting and praying, you can stay for a while. Touching then comforting, you bring me your love. Thanking and loving, God sent you from above. Lingering then leaving, to Heaven you, must go. Understanding and saying, I love you so. Smiling then typing, you have empowered me. Finishing then reading, a book our story will be. Lou March 4, 2020 ...

The Park Bench

Posted by Nancy Henderson in short story | 0 comments

What a drab day, Elsa thought to herself as she stood at her office window. Elsa prayed the rain would stop and the skies would clear by lunchtime. The park was her refuge while eating her lunch. Elsa had a favorite bench where she sat, ate her lunch, and watched people walking by while she contemplated her past and hopes for the future. When the train stopped at the right place, Sam got off. He had made this trip so many times in the past that he could probably do it in his sleep. As Sam made it through the rain to his office, he wondered if later in the day the rain would stop and...

Your Are Special

Posted by Nancy Henderson in Poetry | 4 comments

You Are Special You are a special young man to me, and came into my life when you were less than three. Big brown eyes, brown hair with a magnificent smile, you melted my heart in a very short while. Soon by God’s loving plan and grace, You became my Great Grandson bringing an even bigger smile to my face. Remember the ice bucket challenge that we decided to do? That bucket of ice water was nearly as big as you, but that didn’t stop you from dumping that water, and I still remember your amazing laughter, Together we have played in my backyard, and I watched you swim in my...