Barbra Howard
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I'll Wait
My blonde-haired blue-eyed baby loved cuddling and his roly poly arms gave the tightest hugs around my neck. I could hear him singing “On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed” while he lay on his stomach coloring in large coloring books that covered the floor. He played sports and became one of the top players on each team. I had proudly worn mom jerseys and missed cheering at his games. My head was leaning back on the head rest of the driver’s seat in my red Chevy Impala reminiscing.
By Barbra Howardabout a year ago in Families
Daydreaming
The round wooden table in the middle of the kitchen sat empty every night. A green placemat was in the middle under a large white bowl that she had intended to fill with lemons. There were no lemons in the bowl and there was no family or friends to join her at the table.
By Barbra Howardabout a year ago in Psyche
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