Superstitious
My mother would walk, bearing close by. “Don’t ever let objects between us.” “Bad luck,” she would say; though, I’d never ask why. But now that she’s long gone – Believe us! ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
My mother would walk, bearing close by. “Don’t ever let objects between us.” “Bad luck,” she would say; though, I’d never ask why. But now that she’s long gone – Believe us! ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn