“Well hello again Alicia.” She knelt down and smiled at her happily, and took both of her hands, not caring that the girls fingers were wet and sticky since they had been in her mouth. “Who’s a beautiful girl? Your hair looks so pretty today…with the little beads. Did your mommy do it this morning?”
     Alicia grinned and as you watched her you could think that she was nodding. She wouldn’t stop smiling.

(I had to re-post this as poetry, instead of fiction)

Here is a little more randomness--fruit of my writing assignments for class. For this one, I had to take line from a poem I'd already written and write a new poem with it, and then take a line from the new one and do it again...

Wailing seas

Rushing waves

Moonless sky

Soundless land

Burning stars

Calling wind

Endless shore

Sunless breeze

Beaming moon

Sinking sun

Starless night

Shadowless eyes   

Wailing sea

Rushing waves

Moonless sky

Soundless land

(This was an assignment practicing the use of vowel sounds to create a distinctive tone or feel...)

“all the way to heaven is heaven.” – st. catherine of siena

**Written and dedicated to my grandma in the month of her death, September 2008.....We were very, very close.**

I was alone

And yet not alone

Because thoughts

Of you

Were with me

I sang

The last song

I ever sang to you

And it ripped my heart

Like claws

I let thoughts

Of you

Fill my head

Because then I lived

Those moments

Over again

And again

I heard your laugh

Saw your smile

And I cried

I wished I could grab you

And pull you

So... I wasn't going to post this until Saturday, but we're lookin' at a really busy next 4 days, so I'm posting it now. :) I was forcing myself to come up with a story with 2 of my friends from camp in it, and it came whilst canoeing in the Rocky Mountains with my family (canoeing in the rain, hence the rain storm on the raft!).
It took a lot of research with regard to the Alamo and the Wichita Indians.
 

I wait like an almond blossom
wavering in the breeze
I watch like the almond blossom
as people pass beneath

I drift like the almond blossom
among the grey-barked trees
I may only watch and listen
but I may never speak

I want to correct, I want to be
but instead where the wind blows
the branch will lean
I wish to sing but no one knows 

catch me, the almond blossom, falling

A thousand rains may come and go
a thousand storms may shake me
a thousand whispers will I know

“More Than I Can Imagine”

I love the one who has always existed.

The one who I can always rely upon.

The one who never breaks a promise.

The one who I know, no matter what I do,

He will always love me more than I can imagine.

I doubted, but now I know

That makes you stronger.

In this life, I wonder what my prupose is.

But as I look in the sky, my worries fade

And I know he there for me.

When fear swirles around me,