“Don’t wait up for me,” mom said, slamming the door behind her before she could finish her sentence, her voice muffled from the other side.I sighed and grabbed the bag of popcorn from the microwave, the corners hot on my fingers. Muttering under my breath, I tore open the bag and upended it into a bowl, a waft of popcorny, buttery steam hitting me in the face.The movie started as I sat down cross-legged on the old sofa, t...
Leather clad knuckles rap the bar. Irish Jack grabs the whisky and pours a shot. "How ya be, Bill? Good week?" "Got those bastard Darcy boys, but they're thin shit for the miles rid. Need me some tender mercy tonight. Fanny free?" "Always for ya, Bill. Likes the way your Colt hangs, eh?" "Somethin' like that." Up the stairs, the door squeeks open. She's propped up on the bed, dressed in her flouncy working gown. Gloves an...
The Queen Mother sat quietly as her daughter, the newly crowned monarch, presided over her first meeting of Parliament. She remembered her own first time, following the death of her husband the King. She knew her daughter was nervous, but also saw that she was doing well. She smiled to herself as she watched her daughter shut down one very conservative Lord with grace and tact, without letting go of her rightful authority...
It was her decision to take up the university place, her choice. She knew that Covid would likely cause a second lockdown: classes would be online, campus closed, precious few fresher’s events would run. She acknowledged that student life would be different but wasn’t daunted. My daughter had found what she wanted and grabbed it. She was ready to begin a new adventure, a life of independence. She moved on in spite of 2020...
"Dad. how did you ask my mother for a first date?” I looked across the small self-laid patio at my daughter, Linda, sitting on the camping chair, regarding me with her mother’s deep brown eyes. At fourteen-years-old pushing fifteen, she was budding to emulate the beautiful bloom that was her mother. I was not surprised by the nature of her question. Nor the timing. Her mother was away shopping while her two elder brothers...
Once there was a little girl. This particular little girl was always curious. She was brimming with questions that spilled over in a constant babble of queries. But with each answer she was provided, her curiosity grew. When she was small, her mother seemed to have all the answers. And as endless as the little girl's curiosity was so too was her mother's patience. Whenever she asked her mother a question, her mother woul...
My hands are large, and yours are small I forget sometimes, how unsure they are In a home for adults, you make your way There are times I get angry, when you spill drink on the floor Sometimes I’m impatient, when your strides don’t match mine Hurry up, don’t spill that, are words I often say Then I remember, you’re trying your best You find wonder in the strangest things You remind me to look through eyes of a child Butte...
Kind and caring, sweet and fair;With gorgeous blue eyes and long flowing hair;A heart of gold, through and through;Loving to all, pure and true;My gift from God sent on angels' wings;Never questioned the unfairness of so many things;Always so hopeful, come what may;She held onto that hope 'til her dying day;Now she's in Heaven with God above;My daughter, My Angel Face,My heart's true love.
Her imagination is beautiful So precious in all she isPlease don't change a thing Always wanting a hug and a kissThe stories are endless Changing every timeDancing on a big stage Or singing a nursery rhymeLook momma I'm a princess Later I'll be a kitty or a duckTomorrow in a gondola Wading through the muckGive her half a minute She will make you smile With her tutu and bootsShe does so with such style She is not quite thr...
"This tour guide doesn't know what he's talking about. You don't need to go all the way to the student union for lunch — the coffee shop at the library is better, faster and cheaper than the cafeteria. The selection isn't quite as wide, but...""Listen, I appreciate your insight, but you really don't need to be here. It is 'new student' orientation, after all, not 'new student and chaperone.'""We aren't the only mother and...
Go to sleep my beautiful one Dream of a beautiful place Think of something lots of fun My princess with the beautiful face Mama loves her sweet girl She's the apple of my eye My girl with sweet curlsA unicorn waits for you in the sky Dream pretty precious baby Stars shine so very bright Look at the beautiful daisies I'll see my girl in the daylight I love you forever and a day You're my sweet princess too I love you in ma...
Up in heaven I send you a kiss Memories of your life that passed You made sure our lives were bliss Seems your life went by so fast You were so much fun You made everybody laugh You were my daddy my loved one I just look at you in photographs You walked me down the aisle Gave me a beautiful wedding day You always wore your smile I miss you in so many ways A grandfather for a short time My kids didn't get to know you We'll...
"No candy." She glares at me, her nostrils flaring with every breath, fists clenched so tightly she’ll have fingernail marks on her palms. I'm watching an impending meltdown. Its cause? Red licorice twists, and my refusal to count them as a dinner component. "RedVines and tortellini" — her impromptu addition to our grocery list — amuses me, but the rules have to be enforced regardless. It won’t be easy. A child with autis...
"I'm eighteen years old and should be able to make up my own mind." Margaret stood in front of her mirror speaking out loud to herself. "If I knew what I wanted I might be able to do just that." The reflection gazing back at her was that of a young woman. She could accent or neutralize the Indian blood richly flowing through her veins simply by the make-up she wore. Her eyes were her father's, but not so much that the cor...
Often times, the thought of inexistence crosses my mind. It’s excruciating, the things I have to go through—indeed life was the bitch that has to be dealt. There were even those mournful nights when I wished upon that dead star—shining brightly in the blanket of darkness, that I was void of any emotions. That I was as hard as a hard as a rock; colder than the north pole. Nevertheless, reality has its ways of slapping that...
