A sudden storm blew our backyard askew,
our oldest daughter called about her broken heart,
an inheritance check came from my dead Father,
we chose to vacation on a beach,
our friend’s spouse died jogging,
our youngest daughter said yes in Belize.
And just today,
stirring songs of worship on Sunday morning,
our grandson’s pet lizard died.
He cried a lot.
We bought a rat.
Published in Serving House Journal