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Susie stared at the bagel that had been sitting on the rickety table for five days. The ants had come and gone. It was too hard to penetrate, but on day six, it became the perfect weapon to throw at her brother.
The tornado
Twists and turns
Like gypsy dancers
Twirling their colorful scarves.
Silk flies this way and that
As the wind
Mixes colors and
Blurs images.
The music slows.
The dancers kiss the ground,
And stillness returns.
I walked through the empty house one last time
the night before we left town.
The WALLS were for the most part quiet, but as I stood
quietly in the forgotten room down in the basement,
I could have sworn that I heard crying.
I closed my eyes and let the filmstrip of memories
run quickly through my thoughts.
Both happy and sad.
Funny and serious.
The air was dank, the spider webs drooped,
My presence known by no one or no thing.
In time, I knew I must go, and when I turned,
I saw my reflection in the cracked mirror.
I looked closer until I was sure.
How silly of me,
WALLS do not cry.
People do
While walking up and down
The long hill in the country
The other day,
Emotions
entered and departed
my heart and mind:
Sadness – it was my deceased
Father’s 88th birthday.
Apprehension – would a bear
Cross my path?
Delight – the colors of Fall!
One heart, one mind, so many
Various emotions.
The signs -
to me they all pointed me
in the same direction.
But he said he doesn't believe
in signs.
Don't do it the signs said to me
Do Not Do It!!!!!!
Your breath.
Inches away from mine
at night.
Blowing life and love
all over my face.
it matters not that
it still smells of the
fish and beer
you had
tonight.
i love you.
My Mama always told me that
even though The Help washed my clothes,
it was my responsibility to put them away.
And even though The Help ironed my clothes,
it was my responsibility to keep them unwrinkled.
The 60's were an in-between time, and Mama
was feeling an internal pressure to respect the
woman that came to our home to help with the laundry.
A decade before that, The Help would have
most likely been treated differently.
Eliza and Joshua were both just 19 years old
When they walked through the doors at
The San Francisco Savings and Loan to claim
the money for the gold they had in their two
burlap bags.
They had no idea what they would do with the money,
but they did know that the wedding that they had
talked about for months would now happen for sure.
Eliza ran her fingers over her swollen belly and whispered quietly
to the baby within. " Wait....you just wait. Everything
is going to be fine now".
It all happened
in the park
last Saturday afternoon.
I hadn't seen him in so many years.
His hair was a little longer
and maybe a bit curlier
When our eyes met though,
I knew it was him.
Breathing was as hard as
5 year old having an asthma attack
A family
Created ...... formed from the same bloodline
Loves too much
Cares too much
Dysfunctional
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