A lifetime of memories
Starting with the first
A light shining in the eyes
And then unending thirst
A few words spared
That first night
But in utter disbelief
Came first light
How can days
Go from dark to sunny
How can time
Go from slow to speedy
It was all very confusing
To one such as you
Darkness did envelop
Everything that was true
Who was this person
Who kept you clean
Despite that darkness
She was never un-seen
(With the help of an older sister)......
What if a social worker asked to interview your siblings?
You say, "But why? They're not famous."
What if a social worker asks if your siblings get enough food every day?
You say, "They're still alive, so I suppose Mom feeds them at least one square meal a day."
What if a social worker asks if you and your siblings been examined by a psychologist?
You say, "No, and we won't need to. My older brother is the best mental examiner in the world."
**I'm not sure where exactly this came from....All I know is, my original source of inspiration was a family of woodpeckers that were roosting in a birch tree outside our cabin while we were on vacation in Canada. What do you think?**
The dark-haired, serious-faced man wandered in the woods, trying to untangle his brambly mind. He had so much to do with what had lately happened to him, so much to consider. A wise decision could mean worlds; a foolish whim could cost dear, devastate it all.
His long black coat drifted in a breeze. The air was crisp, but not unpleasant, and robin’s-egg blue flushed the sky. A female robin herself twittered on a bare branch overhead.
chapter 3
Someday is one day I wish for Someday is the day of my dreams Someday is one day away, so they say So close, but so far still it seems Someday the day that I pray for Someday, what day will it be? Someday, the one day I need to be okay Someday come one day to me
The library in summer: Empty, echoing with ghostly Footsteps of other, unseen Readers
(Side note: if you guys can help me come up with a better name for this absurdly short poem, I'd apreciate it. LOL)
I didn’t need the alarm clock to get me up that morning. I was shivering in bed with anxiety and expectation at 5:45am. When I finally pulled on a pair of blue jeans, wolfed down a bowl of cereal and jumped in my car, it was 6:20am. I reckoned to my dismay that I’d be late by a minute or two provided the roads were empty, as they probably would be so early in the morning. At 6:32am I arrived at the brick house and parked my car on the side lawn next to the family minivan.
Jenniffer Anida Shirley checked her white blouse once again. Her navy blue skirt blended nicely with it. So did the pendant from resting on her throat. James would have said she looked beautiful. Not pretty, as her lawyer friend had said, beautiful.
"The courts really want this revenge," he said slowly, as they drove to the law office. "They'll give us a more detailed description of what is to happen."
Jenniffer grimaced. "Oh, ugh. This is only going to end badly."
"Bad situations and decisions only have bad outcomes," he reminded her wisely.