To my best friend: Dearest, I fear I should keep your name out of this else you might identify yourself. I know that’s kind of the point of letters but as long as I don’t name you it could be anyone. I miss you every…
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Prompt Four (4): Dear Daddy [Hour 4]
Dear Daddy, You still visit in my dreams. I miss you being here, of course. You’d be really old, too. Still, there’s so much I’d like to know. You left so long ago, and I thought I’d remember it all. I do and I don’t….
Fight…
Fight, Don’t give up now. You have traveled for so long, The destination is around. Fight, Don’t let go now, You have worked so hard, It’s time to charge on. Fight, For yourself, For every person, Who was forced to bow down, Who was never…
Time Slips Away – Hour 3, Prompt 3
I have so much I’m s’posed to do within a day, within an hour, within a week, a minute too. I just need to do so much each day, like get through work and clean things up a bit, as any adult does. Yet for…
Mama…
Mama, Such a small four-lettered word, Holding so much power in my world. Mama, The first word I spoke. Mama, The first person I cried to. Mama, The only person I would go to, When trouble would knock on the door. Mama, My first friend,…
A Recipe For Protection – Hour 2, Prompt 2
A Recipe for Protection You will need: 1 contraction of perseverance 2 small rocks – your favorite 1 beetle carapace or chitinous exterior 1 gram of love 1 Large AA Egg Set the contraction of perseverance aside, it is important to have it ready. Grabbing…
Hour 6
I wait outside the door I listen to the sobs inside The door is locked, I cannot come in Let me in, baby girl Let me say it will be alright
Hour 5
A red brick facade, a stately double door Curios adorning the walls, crystal chandeliers shining down The warm glow from the fireplace with armchairs completing the look The open, inviting kitchen where meals are cooked with love The cozy library in the corner with a hundred…
Hour 4
The baby is asleep Now is her time To take a nap Take a shower Cook a meal Do the laundry Eat hot food Read a book Watch a show Call a friend Wash my hair The list goes on She can’t get up She…
Hour 3
It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?