Generations

GenerationsMy nephew bowed his head forward as he watched intently while my mother showed him how to sew a button on his shirt.  Their hands young and old, gently touched as they worked together.   It was a moment filled with beauty and hope and peace, when all the differences between these two generations were temporarily erased.

Posted in response to today’s Daily Prompt

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Italian Windows

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“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books” Walt Whitman When I was in Italy, I found myself often looking up, trying to catch glimpses of the interiors of the gorgeous old buildings, wondering about … Continue reading