Well, It's Getting in My Eyes
Nineteen years ago, we made a move that would change my life, or at least my perspective of it. A new job uprooted our family tree, transporting us from southeast Tennessee and planting us in the middle of Grosse Pointe, Michigan (just outside of Detroit).
It was January of 1994 and it was cold. I remember being cold all of the time, in fact. A foot or more of snow carpeted the ground and it didn't go anywhere. This southern belle's experience with snow was limited.
To read the rest of this blog post, please visit http://www.veronicarbatterson.blogspo.... I've never claimed to be a poet, but included in this post is a poem I wrote at the time for my then three-year-old daughter. (Don't be too harsh!) Thanks for reading.
It was January of 1994 and it was cold. I remember being cold all of the time, in fact. A foot or more of snow carpeted the ground and it didn't go anywhere. This southern belle's experience with snow was limited.
To read the rest of this blog post, please visit http://www.veronicarbatterson.blogspo.... I've never claimed to be a poet, but included in this post is a poem I wrote at the time for my then three-year-old daughter. (Don't be too harsh!) Thanks for reading.
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