We each have a life story, penned without ink, read by the people around us. Who's writing your story?

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Between Chores

"Daddy" with his girls, 1987

 BETWEEN CHORES

by the outside
wall of the

living room where
warming sunbeams

turn bright pages,
little girls

hear voices reading 
to the rhythm

of Daddy's
rocking chair


Jana (4) with Grandma Phillips
Sharon (2) with Great Grandma Ewert















by Sarah Lynn Phillips
First published by Welcome Home, October 2004
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  1. debMarch 6, 2012 at 8:10 PM

    Sarah, I just love your poem, "Between Chores." Love the rhythm and lack of punctuation. Again, the visualization of the moment is so clear. Thank you. What a talent!
    -Deb

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    1. Sarah Lynn PhillipsMarch 6, 2012 at 9:23 PM

      Thank you, Deb! As I looked through old photos, I found myself wishing for just one day to relive the "little girl years." How did the time slip by so quickly?

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