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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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,…
Moments
Change to happiness expressed warmly Look Listen to every moment valuable
Letter to My Fat Self
If only you knew I wish you could understand The power behind self love And your preciousness despite size Yes, you will take a lot of shit Grateful for scraps and tidbits From lovers who could never measure to your grace or wit or presence…
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?
Hour 2
One step forward Three steps back Little feet darting about Sheer rapture in every step Clapped on the mouth Then clasped in joy Two chubby little hands Flying about in mirthful glee Eyes dancing, face shining A look of awe on the face Excited chatter…