Text Lit

In poetry and prose

'I'm home' I yelled, entering the house. No response. In the kitchen my wife sobbed and hugged our son. 'Daddy's dead' she whispered, looking through me.

May God who is Gr8

:-) on u & ur m8s,

luv u 24/7,

til u get 2 heaven,

may he keep you from soro, 2day & 2moro,

give u exlunt fun,

til ur wrk is all done. Amen.