Norma L. Brumbaugh

I got up early to watch the sunrise, remembering back to a year ago when my sorrow began, regret in my thoughts; and my child’s custodial battle compounding my sadness. I climbed the creek bank and then walked in the driveway, speaking out loud to  the God I love. Songs started running through my head one right after another. I sang their words while looking up at the trees, melodies, and refrains, thinking of the meaning implied in each son’s words.

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