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Thursday, February 6, 2014

What does a picture tell?

In a small town, there stands a store. The store consists of a beige labyrinth of passageways. This beige maze stretches the length and width of the store where rights and lefts occur in such a way as to wrangle you into displays. It winds past sales and features and encompasses general products to be bought on a whim. In this maze, there is a girl. She stares. She watches people try to escape the maze, only to be distracted by exclamation points, bold prints and discounts. She stares and waits. Waits for acknowledgement, acknowledgement that will never come. She is passed by time and time again. She waits with a sadness unable to be seen on her face or in her motions. It is such a still sadness, only a trace can be detected in her glossy eyes. No tears. No cries. No questions. She stares. There is another girl, a different girl. She laughs and runs, she skips and dances. Her bright blue eyes explode with wonder and amusement. She is filled with happiness and it shows, on her face and in her motions. It is such a fluid happiness, it is revealed throughout her whole being. Such laughter. Such joy. Such excitement. And then she stops. She stares. The two girls find each other in the maze. In a place filled with colorful distractions, these girls only see each other. The happy girl cautiously steps forward. She takes her hand and brings it gently to the sad girl’s face. She softly caresses her cheek and slides her hand across her hair. She is enamored. Her eyes search the sad girl’s eyes and her eyebrows crinkle in confusion. She feels the sadness emitting from the small girl. She does the only thing she knows that can take away such intense sadness. She hugs the girl. Her aura of happiness invades the sad girl’s space, filling it with an electricity she has never known before. The hug lasts longer than hugs last. Each girl learning the other’s secrets, hopes and dreams. The happy girl steps back and kisses the sad girl’s cheek. She holds her hands. She stares. The sad girl feels such emotion, but she cannot voice it or show it. She can only stare. The happy girl is reluctant to leave, but she must. She brushes her hand against the sad girl’s hair and steps away carrying leftover sadness with her. She makes her way through the maze, not fully understanding of what had just occurred. She begins to laugh again. The sad girl just stares. But her thoughts are unable to contain her frustration, she knows the happy girl could sense her despair. She stares. She thinks, “Save me.” She hears a whisper of laughter pass by her ear, “I will.” 

She hopes.


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Annika's Puberty Poem


"The time has come," my Annika said.
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes and clothes and puberty."
Oh the horror that this brings.
"And why babies are born this way
And whether it may sting."
"But wait a bit!" the mommy cried.
"Before we have our chat."
I'm not prepared, because you are 9
Let me wrap my head around that.
"No hurry" said my Annika. 
And so we talked and sat.


Annika is 11 now, it took me forever to post this because I forgot I wrote it. But every time I look at her now I am forced to remember.


Bailey's Bedtime Song

There there,
Little Girl,
There there.
It's time for sleep
Don't be scared.

The moon is out,
The stars say hello.
We send our love
To everybody we know.

We hear the waves crash
As the whales swim on by.
It's raining now,
My heart beats alive.

There there,
Little Girl,
There there.
It's time for sleep
Don't be scared.

I love you my dear, 
It's not as hard as it seems.
Just lay your head down
And begin your sweet dreams.

The morning will come,
And not a moment too soon,
You'll see my green eyes
And I'll see your blue.

There there,
Little Girl,
There there.
It's time for sleep
Don't be scared.



So please stop waking up at 3am.

Love,
Mommy

Monday, June 25, 2012

Laughter: A Prompt

I was perusing the craigslist jobs site to see if there was anything good listed in Wilmington, and no there wasn't per usual. I clicked on a creative writing ad poster and it brought me to this writing site called Monologging. They are having a contest on 250 word monologue using prompt words. Well, it is in its last week, so I of course found it now and not back in April when it first started. I like to write every now and then ; ) so I submitted to it. For those of you strangers who are creepily stalking me. I work at a bank and a while back I was robbed. Not the note over the counter that accounts for 98% of all robberies, but a man came in and pointed an assault rifle at me. Here is what I submitted:

Laughter: A Prompt

A twinkle in an eye. A smile on red lips. I see laughter infiltrate the most guarded of souls, uplift the hopeful and live richly in the joy of children. Mostly in my kids. We love to laugh, in a most Mary Poppinish way. It is what I am known for. My smile. My crinkle eyes. My genuineness. How can I make your day? How can we share a connection in the most simplest and intimate of forms? Remember me for me. Not for how I helped you. Not for how long you waited. Not for how angry you are at the corporation I work for. But, instead, think of how comfortable I made you feel. How your bad day seemed a bit brighter. How endorphin pumped through your system and gave you a feel good high. I physically deal dollars, but I emotionally deal happiness. And yes, you all come back for more…and not just for money. You come to see the glint in my eyes. Hear my happy greeting. Bask in the warmth I exude that brings a blush to your cheeks. But not you Sir. You who have made your children laugh. You who know the difference between right and wrong. You, who when I asked how I could help you in a cheerful sing-song happy voice, pointed an assault rifle at my chest. You were able to wipe the laughter from my face. I deal in money and happiness, you dealt with my life.


So who knows, maybe I will win back my $2 it took to submit. Two dollars!!!I want my two dollars!!!!! Anybody? Better Off Dead? No? Yesssssssssss! :) Oh yeah, update, the man did not shoot and kill me. In case you were wondering. Please stop reading my blog if you were.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Oh yeah...

Hey!! Who here remembered I had a blog!? Not me! Hahahaha. But I did remember it at about 12:56am tonight. I guess I should stay up more often to remember stuff. But now I am sleepy, so goodbye for now and maybe I will remember you another day...

Sunday, January 31, 2010