Reminiscing

 

               I feel obligated to write something.

  I do have things to share. 

            It’s just a matter of getting them out. 

Richard is never going to allow for me

to travel again as I have been home for

three and a half days and

  I’m still in a coma. 

There were several pictures taken.

I smile at what I see. 

But still feel in a stupor. 

Some photos we took out of tradition.  

 

Do I need to explain?