Every weekend when my husband is able to come home to me, I am reminded of what home really feels like...it is the familiarity of his hand, the sound of his laughter, the feeling of waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of him breathing beside me...I will never take that for granted again!
I have had a passion for the written word, especially poetry, from an early age. I am first and foremost a child of God-a thankful recipient of His grace. I am also a mother, a teacher, a singer,and an overall music lover. I call the beautiful southern United States home, and growing up and raising my family here has shaped who I am in many ways. I believe that life- with its various emotions, experiences, trials, and joys-is a gift from my Heavenly Father. As a poet, I hope that my work expresses this.
"My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him." -Psalm 62:1
Some of my poetry has been published in the online journals Simply Haiku and Notes from the Gean.
All work on this site was written by Kristin Riggs unless otherwise noted. No work from this site may be reproduced in any way without the author's written permission.
Every weekend when my husband is able to come home to me, I am reminded of what home really feels like...it is the familiarity of his hand, the sound of his laughter, the feeling of waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of him breathing beside me...I will never take that for granted again!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Kristin :)
ReplyDeleteNot just him, not even the moonlight or the darkness of the night is to taken for granted....thats just me! :)
wishes,
devika
**is to 'be' taken for granted,
ReplyDeletedevika
Evocative.
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