May 28 2020: Life of Edges

Last night my bride fell down a flight of stairs. She’s ok, but it was scary for both of us.

This morning my grandfather undergoes heart surgery after surviving a heart attack several days ago.

Life seems to be made up of edges right now.

Day 256 & Day 257: Iron Sharpens Iron, Backroads

Another two-for-one deal today. Yesterday’s poem was inspired by an offhanded text message my bride sent. Today’s by a conversation about traveling I had with my parents.

Iron Sharpens Iron

Backroads