Well, this was a timely one word choice, because look what happened this very morning. I was on my way out, bright and early, and lo and behold, I was not going anywhere. Dang!
I turned to my thirteen year old. Can you change a tyre. He shrugged his shoulders, no?
Well, life lesson my boy! He can now change a tyre 😀
Thrills pulsate down my spine
As you stand so close
A new flesh
A new scent
A new touch
Excitement courses through my veins
As the anticipation climbs
Will your kiss be rough?
Will it be tender
Will it be hungry
Will it devour?
You’re under my skin.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tender/
For one day only
I will tell you my thoughts
I will write them down for you
Tomorrow they will be erased
What I have to say will all be gone
No trace of these words will ever remain
I would like you to know how much I love you
The pain in my chest when I think of you
The longing to be close to you
The desire of my heart
But it can never be
It will never be
All that will remain
Is a blank page
With no words typed
Or written
No trace of any words
At all
When I was but a child
I would sit enraptured at the knee
Listening so very earnestly
To what my grandfather would say to me
So many stories he would share
Of life – how it was when he was young
I would hear tales about macaroni shells
And how they grow outside on trees
Stories about children growing up
Silly mistakes that they would make
And I knew to never take most things he said
Very seriously, because he might just be kidding me
For a sense of humour he did have
He could make me laugh when I was feeling sad
Lighten the air with only a smile or hug
And I do so miss him now very much
Not all his words were humorous jokes
For wise thoughts he would also share
Warning me that growing old
Is not for the faint-hearted, one must be strong
People fill our hearts with stories they tell
Infuse our vision with their lives and their love
And one day we find they have been taken from us
Leaving only memories as a faded note
That they lived and we loved them
For a short while they were alive as we are now –
Our own stories will touch younger hearts
As our hearts were touched when we were young
It took three years and then some
To pull me down
Destroy
Make me less than
Unworthy
Unloved.
My impression is that
Truthfully
It was all about him.
It took one encounter
To lift me up
Encourage
Believe in me
And see my smile
My truth
My worth.
My impression is that
Thankfully
It is all about us.
I floated down the river
Adrift
Directionless
Without a guide
Until I came upon a rock
Anchored in the muddy banks
I was able to pull myself up
And with the moving sun
I could find my way
To solid ground.
A butterfly descended from the sky
With fragile blue wings
And touched my cheek
A gentle soft kiss
And I knew it was
My angel
Greeting me
If anything could be called a farce, perhaps Donald trump as president would be it.
Just sayin’.
I’ve never, ever used the word ‘qualm’ before now, but I can hear my mother’s voice echoing in my ear. He / she has no qualms about lying or being deceitful or hurting people. Or whatever.
Or perhaps I had no qualms in back-chatting and being cheeky? Which seemed to happen often. I always strived to have the last word.
Qualm is totally a word my mother used to use. (Never heard my father use it).
Right up there with ‘knackered’.
We were lovers
We were friends
We laughed and
Also, we cried
When I mourned
Your arms comforted
Your gentle hands drying
The tears of my eyes
And then we said goodbye
With a final kiss I walked away
And when I see you now
We are nothing more than
Strangers passing by
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