25 years ago we built a deck in our back yard…
It was a project that still astounds.
I remember picking up 50 pound deck blocks
I remember placing them in the ground.
I remember screwing down each deck board
I remember feeling blessed
I remember working for hours an hours…without needing a rest.
I remember Deborah burning in our names and the date.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem