A Different Kind of Cookie

Drowning with gloom, mists, tears

I float above bright white clouds

hiding the gloom, mists, rains

on the world below

me clouds world

like a sandwich cookie

only not as sweet

 

This written while riding on United from San Diego to Chicago to Wichita on the early morning of June 10 after being told that my husband had been hospitalized in Dodge because of blood clots in his legs and lungs.  The doctor’s there have since saved his life and my husband is recovering nicely.

TR

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “A Different Kind of Cookie

  1. Thank you! At this moment, Thursday evening, we’re back at home. The doctor’s released my husband to finish healing at home, and he’s doing very well. Thank you for your prayers…very much!

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