I feel enclosed in a bubble of love:
Dad’s sitting to the right of me,
quietly working on his painting;
Scott’s sitting to the left of me,
quietly working on his photos;
Clara Kitty is sitting on my shoulder,
purring.
The feeling of love is so deep and powerful,
I feel myself tearing up.
I can feel Moz in the room with us.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell

Hey Karen, I had a long ,hot, somewhat frustrating day and I got in tonight and read this and it was just what I needed. I am looking forward to getting your new book, I guess I have read most of the poems contained there in your blog, especially the great one the book is titled for which I think ranks up there with some of the best verse I have ever read, but I am a old school guy, and I love the feel of a book in my hands, so I will order one. Nothing compares to that for me. I think that people will rediscover that just like now the younger folks are rediscovering vinyl records! Take care! Rick
Bless you, Rick! I always get a smile on my face as soon as I see your name pop up here. 🙂