The morning rain pours down like heavy tears, To wake a memory lost for all the years. I hold a piece of plastic and metal in the garage, amidst the cardboard and the inventory of a routine evening, and feel the sudden jolt of a lightning rod. There it sat, on the very top of the plastic tub a tiny, forgotten echo from a CVS aisle in Griffin, where my father once laughed out loud, seeing

Christmas Poem To Ian/by Anne Hendricks The lights are bright, the carols play, As Christmas finds us miles apart. Though silence fills our second year, You hold your place within my heart. I send my love on winter’s breath, And lift a prayer to skies above, That you are safe, and warm, and held Within the circle of His love. No matter where your path may lead, Or how the seasons drift away, You’re cherished more than words can tell, This holy, quiet Christmas Day. #ianbrowni