8th Feb 2017
Just to say, the visits to my blog have just gone past 27000. Thank you loyal followers . And all those who write such encouraging messages either on the blog itself or on facebook or google, know that you give me the greatest lift when I read your words.
Six sentences:
Our Daily Bread
She whispered a prayer to herself, Give us this day our daily bread, as she put one foot in front of the other, covered head bent against the wind.
The baby on her back was hungry and whimpering whilst the toddler stumbling beside her battled the mud in his bare feet, hardly able to keep going
Her home a heap of rubble, her husband killed, Maria with hundreds of others, now headed for Calais, where they hoped to find shelter and safety.
She repeated her prayer many times as each mile they went seemed more difficult and all she wanted to do was stop and rest, but she had to go on.
Every night the whole group would huddle together for warmth and some would go and beg for food if they were near a village, sometimes coming back with a meager portion to share between them.
On the last day Maria was cheered because the weather had picked up, and when they got to the camp volunteers came out to meet them and greeted them warmly, giving them a meal, clean clothes and shelter, for now....
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
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This is a very poignant story. You have captured the importance and emotion well. Nicely written. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteVery, very real. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteEven if this isn't based on one true story, it rings true to what so many torn from their homes by war have been through. Well written!
ReplyDeleteA tale too sad and too often true. Nicely captured.
ReplyDeleteMy heart joined this struggling mother on her journey, wanting to hope beyond hope that life was soon to take a turn for the better for her. I cannot imagine the pain of not being able to adequately house and feed your children, or how nice it must have been to find that temporary refuge when they reached the camp. This story is so well done, Maz, and would make an excellent piece to be expanded into a longer story. I want to know what came before and after! XOXO
ReplyDeleteIm with Josie, I want to know the before and after .... Nice writing. Makes you want more.
ReplyDeleteYou have placed your heart and your writing in the midst of what so many are experiencing. A wonderful post with a great reminder of the suffering and the needs of others in this world.
ReplyDeleteA personalized story of what I am sure is happening at places in the world at this very moment. A story that haunts us all.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you and connect. I am going to be a Grandma for the first time in May.
Thank you for finding my blog and leaving me a comment. I backlinked to find you and I am your newest follower. I hope you have a wonderful, blessed weekend. xo Diana
ReplyDeleteThank you nanadiana
ReplyDeleteGood to meet you