Harmed in both flesh and blood,
the real pain lies inside
Bullets fly, the soul breaks 
bravery shields the blow
At home we wonder why
the battlefield exists
Through the horror you know,
liberty isn’t free

Courthouse Square Veteran’s Memorial, Prescott, AZ
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2013

In Grandma’s Words


While the last week has been filled with emotions ranging from laughter to tears, I’ve had one thing to keep me grounded through it all. More than three years before my grandma died, she wrote a poem to my sister and I to remind us of how her passing is not necessarily an end. I am so thankful to her for writing these words . . .

And so my dears
my time is near

Please no tears
and have no fear

I know where I’ll be
you will be, too

In the meantime
we’ll rely on memories
We have many of them
and I know they’ll pop up

I hate to go
I love you so
Remember me,
I’ll come to you
Just stay aware
for I’ll be there
Listen with your heart

Sunbeams in a Wisconsin Sky Photo by: c.b.w. 2005

Sunbeams in a Wisconsin Sky
Photo by: c.b.w. 2005

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Today we say goodbye to Grandma, but not really. She said she’d always be around and I believe her.

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c.b.w. 2012