He Came Home

Al and Rhino2Al at table 3Al July 4thAl on SundayAlvin homeThis is a photo I took of Al today when he arrived home from Hospice. I was thrilled to have him home. Although you may not be able to see it his nails were quite a bit darker than usual. This is a slap in the face to me forcing me to realize my baby brother may not have a ton of time with me. He has been very weepy. He saw Rhino the cat and petted him. Then he wept and said, ” I will miss him when I die.”

To You, My Brother

I will cherish you

Through tears

And mumbles

I will stand by

You dear brother

And all of your struggles

My heart bleeds heavily

And this you may know

That when it is time

I will let you go

For in heaven

There will never be

A tear flowing

From either you or me

Only joy and happiness

That you are now free

Is what I will keep

In my heart for me to see.

I love you baby brother

I wrote this

So I shall never forget

How much you mean to your dear sis.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Daily Prompt; We Can Be Taught


What makes a teacher great?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.

I was in the third grade. I was a chatterbox. When I look back at past report cards for elementary grades I can see all the boxes checked for talking too much. I couldn’t help it I guess. I had lots to say.

Now that I am much older I know that even back then I was craving what I was lacking at  home. I needed to be validated. I wanted to be noticed. I suppose that even now I still have some of those feelings that will pop up now and then.

My teacher, was a short, plump woman, who wore stockings and pumps and a print dress every single day. Her hair was orange/red. She had more freckles on her face and arms than anyone I had ever known at that time. When she smiled around her eyes formed wrinkles and she reminded me back then of Mrs. Clause with those tiny eyes that danced.

She moved me several times for talking. I sat in the front rows. I was moved to the back rows. I can remember standing out in the hall a couple of times. I also tattled. I think people tattle for attention.tattle tails Tattling draws attention. Whether good or bad we need it, we think.

She was a strict teacher and molded me into what I am today.

I didn’t like her much at the time, but she helped me to start the process that I was worthy. She helped me see that bad attention was not the only choice I had in drawing others to me.

For the lack of confidence part, I had to teach myself through tough lessons in life. Good friends sitting with me and talking. Tears being poured, and accepting. Yes, this is the toughest teaching job of all. Accepting myself for who I am.

I am never going to be any other than who I am. The TV media can destroy us. It makes us ponder on what else is out there. Why can’t I look or talk, or have what she/he has. The bottom line is God made me who I am for a reason. I am no one special in the outer world. But I am a writer, a good mother, and a woman who has a right to stand here living on this land.

It’s A Beautiful Day

Saying goodbye

Hurt so bad

Heart broken

And so sad

But then

I noticed

The sun                                                                                                 Its-a-Beautiful-Day

Is shining

Toss the cares

Send them high

In the sky

Soul feels lighter

Jumping up

Doing a dance

Starting new

Rid my thoughts

Start brand new

Because it’s

A beautiful day.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd