Ellie Hoovs
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Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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Love Letters from WWII. Honorable Mention in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
June 4th, 1944 Dearest Margorie, They say we will be headed to shore soon. I can't tell you how happy I will be to have my feet touch land. The anxiety and anticipation of what is to come has us all in knots. We don't know what to expect - and I don't think even the captains know. No one is saying much, just cloaked in various shades of pale or gray - waiting. It almost feels similar to how it felt waiting for those church doors to open and for you to come down the aisle. I kept whispering to Jerry, "I don't think she's going to come". He kept reassuring me you'd be there, but I was shaking and sweating bullets. I don't think I ever told you that, or how relieved and happy I was when those doors did open. You looked just like an angel in that white dress and your hair all done up. I keep holding on to that moment as we sit here now, waiting. Jerry keeps reassuring me that it will all be all right, but I can feel myself shaking, and the wavering of his voice tells me he is too. I can only pray that when it's time for the doors to open here they either lead me back to you, or swiftly into the arms of an angel that I will be directing to watch over you. Pray for us darling.
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in History
Sunday Sausage Gravy and Biscuits. Second Place in A Taste of Home Challenge.
You always knew it was Sunday morning, even in the midst of summer where time and space seem to disappear alongside the depths of night - the porch lights not coming on until eleven. The smell of frying sausage wafted down the hallway mixed with the unmistakable bitterness of strongly brewed coffee and warm cozy smell of home that could only materialize from some sort of baking bread.
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in Feast
