You are wrong, so wrong to worry,
when you say I want to rob
your precious little job.
That mistaken notion could not be
close to what I want for me.
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Chapter V
The bedroom was illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp next to the bed. The curtains were closed which made the room dark even though it was midday. Stewart Junior sat by his mother’s bedside. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there or what the current time was but he continued to sit. Ever since his mother’s nurse, Tad Perkins, had informed the four siblings that it wouldn’t be long now. But how long ago was that he couldn’t tell. As a middle-aged man, Stewart’s aching back would argue with Nurse Perkins assessment of ‘long’ but he refused to move. There was no way he was not going to be by his mother’s side when she finally passed.
Continue readingThe Road Ahead
Now we are done with Christmas
let us focus on the road ahead
with courage and certainly no dread
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Chapter IV
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 readingChristmas Presence
Time to make that list this year
of all to buy presents for
and check it once or twice or more
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Chapter III
Amy 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 readingLazy
It 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.
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Chapter II
Amy 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 readingOrange Turtle
I’d like to write a poem
about a little orange turtle.
But I have to make it purple
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CHAPTER I
Amy 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.
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