Your Ghost Can Visit Anytime. Consider this Do you miss When we lived In unknowing bliss Are you happier now? In this place we Cannot see Do you visit us When we plea I’ll meet you there In the sky Above the clouds When the moon is high As I close my eyes And start to dream I really hope You won’t leave. … Thank you for reading! Please visit my content on Medium to check out more! https://medium.com/@hannahladuke
There is a lot for which I am thankful. My loved ones. Bonded through blood and friendship. These people are amazing. Food on the table, a roof over my head, and clean water. Don’t take these for granted. A cozy night by a fire with a book, cuddly animals, and hot tea. The sunrise, sunset, moon, sun, and stars. Look around more. The world is incredible. My favorite show, The Challenge (yes, it’s a guilty pleasure I look forward to weekly). Everyone who follows and supports me on Medium. This has been scary, but you are all extremely appreciated. While the list above is not everything, it
Lost in the sunrise While I drink my morning tea I think of memories Made by you and me Settled in the saddle The horse beneath me Soft and gentle Mom wraps her arms around my side I know she won’t let me fall As I learn to ride Singing along To our favorite songs Out of tune Without a clue Dear Dad, I’m glad you like music too Our bond as sisters Began as family before But has outgrown what I could ever ask for Sharing secrets, jokes, and so much more You’re my best friend, of that I’m sure Ferry trips over To Nantucket Biking through cobblestone streets
I n the middle of nowhere, on a small farm where the wind blew differently, Cal and Marie lived with their secrets. He was a farmer who wanted to be a man of luxury. She was a farmer’s wife but had always dreamed of something more. They had no kids, but that was not for lack of trying. Every third Friday of each month, Cal packed his bags. He went into the city and became the best fancy, high-rolling businessman he could be. This got him into all the clubs, rooftop restaurants, and backroom dealings one could imagine. So he grabbed his bags and kissed his wife goodbye. She had the same flicker of