The snow on the ground this morning made me think of my first time to Ghana, land of palm trees and warm beaches, being close to the equator.
Here I am, with my own chief, sitting on the balcony of our chalet, facing the ocean, creating my own photo memory. I knew it was my last day there.
Pictures flashed through my mind – the woman in her black Benz on the red clay road, the son who thanked me and the balloon-filled sky as Nana drove towards the airport.
I remembered I was a woman of grace. I am still.
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Loved the masterful imagery you created. It made me feel as if I was there too. Beautiful job.
Thanks, Kathy!
lovely!
Thanks! Your poem and blog are lovely. I tried to comment on your blog but couldn’t for some reason or other. Maybe it will show up in doubles later!
Beautiful prompt full of positive energy. It refreshes the soul:)
Thanks!