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Stable, a place of safety for those who are valued. Those who are taken care of and groomed. Pushed into excellence. Kept in a box with hope that outside dangers will not harm the valuable. Kept warm and safe and fed. Not in the cold searching for food with a gnawing hunger...... Pain soothed quickly and tenderly with a caring hand. Clean, all sweat and dirt brushed away until the coat shines and shimmers in the hot sun. A tender pat on the head, an apple a day. No scouring the trash like tramps in the street or wolves in the night. Not like those who toddle back and forth. Un- stable......
umbrella protection from the rain the sun the wind but the wind is strong and rips at you and tries to tear you from my hands and the sun beats down and tries to fade your brilliant colors and the rain is coming in all around and splashes up from the cold and gray cement as i run trying to find my way to safety and you try so hard to keep me from the simplest discomfort and yet the tears run down my face drops on my hands as i hunch over leaning into the wind. the wind threatening to push you up and away from me. these natural things that are constant and not and necessary and an annoyance....wishy washy up and down side to side shifting all around, harassment from the normal. I thank thee brave umbrella for trying so hard and sacrificing yourself. I apologize for this common burial. One last look at you as I turn from the trash can and face natures fury alone, vulnerable.
Violet. The perfect shade of Spring. With clean green. So sweet and fresh. Trapped now in this blaring and glaring yellow. Crazy Hazy. Searing and bold. Where is the softness of Spring. The happy violet and glistening dew. Cool and clear mornings. Breezy nights. Aww..Violet, yeah, the perfect shade of Spring. See you soon I hope!
"I won! I won! I won!"
I can't believe she won! She practiced and practiced, she put in the work. I knew she would be good. And I do believe in her, but, WOW, she actually won. I guess I just didn't think she would. I knew she would try her hardest. It's just that there were other who I thought would have come in first, those who had way more natural talent. It just seemed to come easier to them. I know as a parent I probably shouldn't have, but really, I already had a speech planned. On how she tried her hardest, and how I was so very proud of her and all the hard work she had put in, and how winning isn't everything...... I'm amazed! She looks so happy and I AM very proud of her!
"Great job, Sweetheart! I knew you would!"
I hate when my shoe sticks to my foot as I'm walking down the hall. You can hear it, each step. Don't know why it's embarrassing.
She kept dodging his calls. When she would see him coming down the hall she would quickly gather her things and make a run for it. Avoiding any and all situations where conversation with him could happen. He didn't understand her coldness, why they went from close friends to strangers. He could talk to her about anything and now he couldn't even share with her his happiness. Why were things so awkward now. The shift happened sometime during the summer, things were busy, vacations, summer jobs. And when he started dating there was less time for the two of them. But she was just as busy. And when he would call to hang out she would always have other plans. So things just sort of slowly fell apart. Not any one thing just a slow gradual decline in communication.
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Now, a few years later, he's standing at the front of the church watching his bride come down the aisle. He looks happy. Which is all she ever wanted for him. And her heart is breaking, even with a supportive smile on her face. She knows that her love for him will take years to overcome so the wall must remain intact and avoidance, a must for her survival. And he would never know.
Plastic strawberries, big and red. They are what you can find around here. Plastic strawberries from the mass produced section of the grocery store. What chemicals do you store? What do truly delicious fresh, juicy, non chemical home grown strawberries taste like? I remember picking some when I was very little. Small and sweet. From someones garden. Not our families garden. I sit here watching my nieces and nephew eat plastic strawberries and just know they are missing out on something. Wish I could provide whatever that missing something is. But I'm uneducated and lazy. Maybe they will plant a garden one day. One of their very own. With healthy fruits and vegetables. I am thankful however that they love these plastic strawberries. I glad to have them too! :)
The toddler says, "Na Na mean." To him mean means not getting your way. Someone who is mean is someone who is not giving him what he wants. I'd rather be viewed as mean than have him hurt by something he wants or thinks he needs. I know that I am not unkind, cruel. And truly he knows that too. His pouting will pass. And although he is so little he knows that he can crawl in my lap and find comfort. I hope that through the years he learns that when I'm being "mean" I'm helping him the best way that I know how.
What am I expecting? Peace sometimes. For some people to grow up and acknowledge their responsibilities. I don't know what to expect from myself. Should I expect them to be thankful for what I do for them, should I wait for their thanks, will it come? I expect not.
Chores are necessary. They help things run smoothly. I don't do as many chores as I should therefore, things are sometimes rough. I should do more chores and see if it gets easier.