Daily Archives: February 21, 2014
My Little Angel
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Tip toe down the stairs, she stops. She looks and she listens. Tears start to form and drip softly down her cheeks. Her finger goes in her mouth. She says nothing. Too scared to move.
She hears a groan coming from the floor. This forces her little feet to take a new step. Step by step she makes it down to solid floor. Cautiously, tenderly, she moves closer to where the sound was coming from.
She…
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Waiting For Spring
Waiting For Spring
Snow is melting
Ice is slick
Wind is blowing
Air is thick.
Winter still here
A tease of Spring
One day it’s freezing
Another day I sing.
February is short
And yet so long
Can’t wait for warmth
Barefoot or thongs.
For now I will just wait
And take a sample of Spring
The cold winds of winter
Will continue to ring.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
02.21.2014
My Little Angel
Tip toe down the stairs, she stops. She looks and she listens. Tears start to form and drip softly down her cheeks. Her finger goes in her mouth. She says nothing. Too scared to move.
She hears a groan coming from the floor. This forces her little feet to take a new step. Step by step she makes it down to solid floor. Cautiously, tenderly, she moves closer to where the sound was coming from.
She looks to the side of her. She turns and looks behind her. No one is standing near by. No familiar people to turn to. More tears drip as she leans down and softly touches the hands so familiar to her.
The feel of skin leads her to put her little hand inside the bigger hand. She stares at the quiet form on the floor. Her other free hand goes for her mouth and her lips hug tightly around her thumb bringing security in a way nothing else could at this moment.
She stands and looks down at the face and then turns around. She walks toward the front door and her little hands clumsily grasp the door until it is turned and the door gently invites her to the outside world.
She walks down the sidewalk and not knowing where she is going she drifts towards the street. Cars begin to honk, letting her know she is in danger. A car stops. A tall man, taller than her daddy gets out and he makes a loud noise with some kind of shiny thing in his mouth.
Traffic comes to a stop. The man comes slowly towards her. He kneels down and he talks softly to her. He has a nice voice like her daddy. He starts to pick her up and she turns and runs towards the front door.
The nice man follows her and she leads him to the quiet form on the floor. He makes a call. An ambulance arrives. The officer picks her up and puts her in the front seat of his car and she watches him as he gets in on his own side.
The car starts and it follows the ambulance. Bright, shiny lights hurt her eyes. She rubs them with her chubby little fist. The man takes her to the big counter. He sits her up on it. A lady in white picks her up and cuddled her softly to her chest.
The man disappears. The lady takes her to a room where there are toys. A new lady is there and she has a pretty smile. Soon the room is filled with lots of ladies in white. The nice officer comes in soon.
Clapping and cheering the little girl, they have a big bowl of ice-cream for her. The cheering is of happy voices. She claps her hands together and giggles wanting to join in the fun. The little girl had saved her mommy’s life. Her mommy had a low blood sugar reading and didn’t have much time before her life would be in a dangerous situation.
After the ice-cream was eaten the nice man picked her up and took her to a door. He pushed it open and the little girl held out her arms. She was being transferred to her mommy’s arms who now was no longer quiet, but had the warm smile that she recognized so well. Mommy’s alright, mommy’s alright. You saved my life little angel.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
02.21.2014
Waiting For Spring
Waiting For Spring
Snow is melting
Ice is slick
Wind is blowing
Air is thick.
Winter still here
A tease of Spring
One day it’s freezing
Another day I sing.
February is short
And yet so long
Can’t wait for warmth
Barefoot or thongs.
For now I will just wait
And take a sample of Spring
The cold winds of winter
Will continue to ring.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
02.21.2014
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