Enthusiastic Soul

Connie Peters' poems in progress

Thursday, October 15, 2015

The Inn

It smelled of roses,

the inviting, comfortable inn.

They say it’s where Rose died.

In the night, you can hear her cry.

Living with ghosts

doesn’t grow old

when roses turn to gold.

Connie L. Peters: My husband and I have been married since 1979 and have a daughter and a son who live in Phoenix. I homeschooled both of my kids for most of their school years. For eighteen years, my husband and I were host home providers to people with developmental disabilities. I like to write fiction, poetry, devotions and creative nonfiction (both for children and adults). I was on the board for Southwest Christian Writers for about twenty-five years. I enjoy drawing and painting, church-going, singing, crocheting, reading, hiking, kayaking, watching movies, playing Canasta and Scrabble, and traveling. I have traveled to all fifty states, Puerto Rico and other Caribbean Countries, Canada, Mexico, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England, France, Germany, Kenya and Peru.. I grew up in western Pennsylvania and have four sisters who are scattered across the nation. We have had reunions every other year since 2000.

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