top of page
Search

DISTURBANCE.

  • Writer: Elizabeth Norwood
    Elizabeth Norwood
  • May 6, 2020
  • 1 min read

My heart will not believe

my mind

Which knows that you'll

be never mine.

My mind accepts the fact as true--

And, oh, I wish my heart would, too.


April, 1939

Poem by my grandmother, Madge Hall Thomas


(I wonder if she was just really depressed? There is so much negativity from that side of the family...just a sort of general feeling of quiet resignation that nothing is ever going to be very good...but Aunt Nana used to make a mean oyster dressing and black-bottom pie on Thanksgiving. IT sure was very good.)


 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON.

Entry 37. Not knowing exactly what to write first. So far we have rehomed six dogs fairly successfully, one would hope, but it's still a...

 
 
 
THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON.

Entry 36. Well the little pregnant or recently-pregnant dog came to the fence yesterday evening and poked around in the food that I had...

 
 
 
THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON.

Entry 35. Okay here's where it gets critical and I don't care if you like me or not, you need to be praying in church for me because both...

 
 
 

Comments

Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page