Monthly Archives: December 2015
ITS A MADHOUSE HERE
Ralph sighed and gazed at pebbles between his slippered feet. He was unusually lucid today. The sign says, “Mental health facility” but “It’s a madhouse here;” is what the residents say. The words sting. At three: Four siblings, five cousins in … Continue reading
BROKEN HEART
My love for you, must go my dear; It’s diet time, this time of year. I’ll see you later, have no fear; I’ll hold you close and keep you near. I know for now, we have no cheer, But my … Continue reading
BREAKING NEWS
New Year’s headlines blast, I’m busy searching for truth Cloaked behind the masks. (prompt by https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/12/28/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-76-yearnew/
BREAD OF LIFE
Mine is the generation whose women, mothers included, joined the work force. My sons will never connect the appetizing aroma of bread baking to their mother’s kitchen. If they remember that fragrance it will be because of Aunt Dorothy’s … Continue reading
WEEK-END WITH ASHLYN
“Hurry, Baby, we have to get out of here before the snow gets worse,” said Roger to Ashlyn as they went out the door. Sammy and I stood in the door watching them go. Ashlyn hurried along beside her “Haw-Hee.” … Continue reading
WHEN GIFT GIVING CONSISTS OF GIFT GIVING!
Stay with me friends. I have a good idea after my rant is over! In comments regarding my post “The Gifts Not Taken” it is evident that a lot of focus was on the un-thankful attitude of the receiver. I … Continue reading
DECEMBER IN OKLAHOMA
Oklahoma? Few folks fantasize Of living there with those guys. But if you’re an Okie, what might you see? A bunny hopping into low trees Brown leaves lifted up by the breeze. Raindrops clinging under the rafters … Continue reading
A MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED STORY
Vibrant asked us to write about why we were given our user names. We were to write less than 50 words I did that on his blog, but decided to get a bit nostalgic and wrote “what might have been” … Continue reading
THE GIFTS NOT TAKEN
The room had been partially cleaned up the night before. My daughters-in-law had picked up the paper, bows, and tinsel, leaving anything lay that looked like it had any value. I had provided the gifts for the night. The … Continue reading
Sweet aroma 