Sarah squeezed Amy’s hand again and the bedroom faded away. The two friends sat at the kitchen table but there was no Christmas dinner. The kitchen was in perfect order not often, if ever, seen. At least, Amy could never remember it looking so pristine. It was also quiet. The sounds of the children playing and watching tv in the other room had faded away. Only the two women were there and neither of them spoke. Sarah waited for her friend to say something.
Continue readingTime to make that list this year
of all to buy presents for
and check it once or twice or more
Continue readingAmy brushed her hair while looking in the mirror above the dresser. “You sure you’re up for this tomorrow?” she asked.
“Of course,” Stewart said while lying on their bed. “A big old family Christmas is what Christmas is all about.” His words came out but he sounded congested.
She looked at him. “You sound horrible.”
Continue readingIt is with a heavy sigh
I could not find a rhyme
this particular time.
Well, I best not tell a lie
I didn’t even attempt a try.
Continue readingAmy stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes. She watched the gentle snow fall outside. In a few short hours, the house would be filled with family gathering for Christmas Eve dinner and there was plenty that still needed to be done. But she couldn’t bring herself to work on the meal. Somehow, she had managed to get the turkey in the oven but that was all her energy level allowed. It was all she could do to hold back tears as she thought of her conversation with her husband last night.
Continue readingI’d like to write a poem
about a little orange turtle.
But I have to make it purple
Continue readingAmy stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Although it was taking her longer than usual because her thoughts kept drifting as she looked out the window. A gentle snow had been falling most of the day but that wasn’t what she was thinking about. There was still so much to be done and she needed to take advantage of the quiet time while the baby was sleeping and the kids were downstairs watching Christmas movies but she couldn’t focus. Her parents and in-laws would be coming for Christmas dinner in a few hours, yet she couldn’t stay on track with finishing the preparations. Sure, the turkey was in the oven slowly cooking its way to perfection or at the very least, something edible, but all the side dishes needed to be fixed. Yet, here she stood, staring out the window, her hands slowly wiping the dirty dishes and numbly placing them one by one in the drain. No matter how many times she shook her head to regain focus, her thoughts always drifted off to one particular thing: her marriage.
Continue readingWhen I woke up,
my knee cried for attention.
“I’m not the young knee
I once was,” it complained,
Continue readingIn the USA, we are officially in “the holiday season.”. No need to mention which one because the ‘the’ takes care of the definition. Our official kick-off starts with turkey day and apexes with the jolly old man in red and concludes with a whole new year to start all over again. Before all that though, we set apart a day to give thanks for, well, all that and everything leading up to all that. I found a gratitude writing prompt to write a thank you speech for my greatest success. In true fashion, I modified it to make it more me. Here is a thank you speech for my year.
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