My hobby is my life line and my livelihood. I write because I am free.

Shocker,

The epitome of conviction.

As I sit here in the night.

Forgive ye one another as I have forgiven you thus said the Lord.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

This was written spur of the moment in response to a post on one of the group sites that I belong to on Father’s Day of this year. I have had very good responses from those few that I have chosen to share it with, and it was suggested by a few of them that I might want to share it with others. But I am a somewhat unschooled writer. I write by inspiration alone, inspired by events and people around me, or, as was the case with this story, by something that I have read or heard or even by a random thread of memory. I do not go seeking the words by choice, they simply come of their own accord.

On the road to healing.

Just the story of my life, in reality this situation caused me to go into tharapay.

This is a poem I wrote about an experience I had with a relative recently.

A candle may melt
and it’s fire may die,
but the love you have
given me will always
stay as a flame in my heart.