her stories delighted me as repeated over and over, almost as if on repeat auto play
the enthusiasm bursting at the seams
each time she repeated her story it was new to me
and I knew more of her as her eyes, windows into her soul, connected us as humans
eyes connect us no matter what the level of communication
Betty Davis eyes
she held my hand gingerly in a fashion as if not to break it
maybe she just knew; i, living on the outside of the facility she called home, was the fragile one
i knew i was holding an angel’s hand mending my brokenness
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Barefoot Cajun lives on the Cajun Prairie in South Louisiana with his husband, farm cats, some chickens, dogs, gardens, among a host of other living creatures and interesting artifacts.
He writes daily, mostly about L’anse Faquetaigue, (Turkey Hen) Area. Barefoot Cajun writes Haiku, free verse poetry, short stories, and flash fiction. He journals and writes essays.
Barefoot Cajun is a foodie, specializing in Cajun cuisine and Cajun fusion.
Living upon the South Louisiana Prairie, he enjoys the intergenerational living lifestyle with a host of family and friends of all ages from birth to seniors.
Laissez les bon temps rouler (let the good times roll) lol
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