Pitter patter little feet

So short, our eyes don’t meet

Busy body, fingers on the go

I can’t keep up, please hurry and grow.


First day of school, tears in my eyes

You smile at me as you wave goodbye

You bring me home your colored sheet

I bend down and our eyes, they meet.


He asked you to the prom you say?

The smile on your face gives you away

Twinkles in your eyes show me

You aren’t that little girl I used to see.


Married? What? Oh no way

You’re much to young to have this say

Why I just gave birth to you a few years ago

You can’t be grown, please tell me so.


The call came in the middle of the night

Our bags are packed for an immediate flight

We rush between the double doors

Our little girl is gone for ever more.


I hold the bundle in my arms

Our hearts are bonding, my little charm

Why I remember like yesterday

When your mamma and I used to play.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd






A Writer’s Thoughts

Ever wonder what makes a writer different from others? I have been asked that before. I have heard some say they would have no idea how to write, let alone write chapters for a book. Where do we get our thoughts on topics to write? What are you doing when you get an idea to write.

I decided to let you peek into a small part of my brain and see the churning that goes on when I am not punching the keyboard. I can tell you that some of my thoughts are strange, maybe weird, maybe even laughable. I will write a few of the things that slither into my mind at times; then you can tell me some of yours.

  1. I wonder how long Aunt Bee’s hair really was and did she get sick and tired of having it done for so many shows on the Andy Griffith show?
  2. Besides sex, what were my parents activities the day I was conceived?
  3. Why do  people seem to want something for nothing?
  4. Have I really done anything special in my life thus far?
  5. Who came up with the word poop?
  6. Why do companies take things off the market that actually work?
  7. Do each of us really have a secret desire we never have let anyone in on?
  8. How did the name Ding Dong ever come up for a snack cake?
  9. Do our loved ones really watch over us?
  10. Do you think our government sleeps well at nights?
  11. We have five toes, but actually the big toe carries the balance for our bodies, is that crazy or what?
  12. Is Kramer really as crazy in person as he portrays in the Seinfeld show?
  13. How long does it take the thinkers behind the scenes of soap operas to make a new continuation?
  14. Who are the people behind the television sets who decide what should be aired or not? Are they so brainy? Why don’t they give us a choice?
  15. Where did the name television come from?
  16. Why did a handshake turn into a five-page contract?

So you see my friends, I have a mind that wanders to different topics. I have many, many thoughts that go on daily. What about you? Do you think you think different from a non-writer?

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Diabetes and Dreamfields Products

Well, my friends, today I had a couple of visitors stop by the pre-sale and purchase a few items. I never let people come early at a sale, but in this case I have chosen to break that rule. I really don’t want any leftover stuff hanging around where I may have to find a new replacement home for them.

I have some teeth problems. I really need to get them pulled but I keep backing off of it because the prices are so high to have them pulled and then dentures plopped straight in on those sore gums. Did I say I was also afraid of the pain? Well, that is part of it too. I know my time is ticking down though on having to do what I don’t want to, as my teeth need an antibiotic at times, like now.

I ate my supper at my normal time. I use that new product called Dreamfield. It is pastas that are made with lots of protein. This process allows diabetic patients to eat pasta once again without the huge fear of sugars rising.

For me, this product works like magic. My supper consisted of this pasta mixed with spaghetti sauce and meat balls. Along with the antibiotic, this makes a terrible bomb explosion on my sugars about five hours later.

The antibiotic lowers my sugars most times. About four hours after I ate, I all of a sudden felt the room go slightly black. It scared me, I looked at the clock. It wasn’t time to check my sugars yet, but what the heck, do it anyways since you feel like crap.

My sugars were 70, oh wow, this is why I feel bad. I ate a half of a peanut butter buster bar and a chocolate covered graham cracker. 10 minutes I waited and then checked my numbers again. Oh no, the numbers had actually dropped by one point.

I ate another graham cracker and that didn’t work. I didn’t have anything else accessible. I stumbled to the kitchen and looked in the cupboards. There sat a canister of ready-made strawberry frosting that I had purchased a couple of months ago when my sugars got too low. The EMS had been called and they had made the suggestion to keep this frosting on hand.

I opened the can and it smelled of highly addicting sugar, yuck. I took a tablespoon of it and ate it. That was the sickest taste ever. For someone who doesn’t eat much sugar, you can imagine how my taste buds reacted.

I waited another ten minutes and my sugar finally rose to 84. A half-hour later my sugars were 120. All that junk and sugar I ate, I was finally in the safe mode to go to sleep.

In the middle of the night I was woken to tremors. Internal tremors that forced me to sit on the bed for a while and feel helpless. I was so tired and sleepy. I rolled over on my back and willed myself to forget the shakes and finally went back to sleep.

This day is now filled with lack of sleep, but I made it through, made a few dollars, and am now going to go take a nap. I better set my alarm so I don’t sleep through lunch. Have a great day.


The cover photo on this page is a photo of a girl covering her face in shame (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

Von Kahlo has chosen the topic of shame in free verse poem for the August 2015 monthly contest. You may write in any style or poetic form a poem about shame- what is it and how do you resolve it or not

embarrassWith age comes slacking

A time of lacking

We stand in time

Remain in line

This can be bad

And even sad

When mistakes we make

And people hate

Cuz they don’t understand

They don’t see the plan

Our minds still tick

But fog is thick

Filled with memories

Of children and trees

Babies born

Husbands are torn

What once was gay

Can be sad, I say

So when I go out and do

Something stupid or rude

Please take in stride

Don’t scold don’t chide

Don’t sit me on a shelf

When I embarrass you and myself

Just cover your grin

And hold it in

Put your arm around me

Tell me words I can see

This is what we need.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

Selling Photos Online?

model 22model 10center 27center 13The reason I  posted these photos that you probably have already seen is because I have a question for you. For any of you photogenic people, I have pondered on the idea of how to sell my photos online.

I know it sounds easy, but how do I do it? Do I set up a page, post photos and sell a print of it by copying it off and mailing it to someone? I have no idea, but I have thought about it as a way to make money. Any help would be appreciated.

A Crime is a Crime is a Crime

I am eating my supper and reading my emails. I get email alerts from our home town news. I gulped on my piece of toast and almost choked as I read the reason someone was arrested.

During my own younger and middle-age days I have seen this same thing done and so much laughter and chasing each other around the room trying to get them back. Never in my wildest dreams did I think anyone could be charged or arrested for it.

I believe in reporting crime. I believe in reporting abuse, any type of abuse; but this; I would not consider it abuse; but then again, I am looking back on the old days where pranks and laughter were are part of our lives.

Here is the article;

SHELTON, CT — A Connecticut man was arrested Tuesday, Aug. 4, for allegedly giving a four year old child a “wet willy.”

According to police, Michael Migani, 34, stuck his finger in his mouth, then put it in the child’s ear in the presence of the boy’s mother. The child had been playing with his mother in the waiting room of a business when the incident occurred.

Authorities say Migani fled in his car when the mother and business employees confronted him about the incident. Police officers later stopped him.

Migani is charged with second degree breach of peace and second degree reckless endangerment. He was released on $500 bond and will appear in court Aug. 19.

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Lend Me Your Thoughts

I had two doctor appointments today and visited one other doctor I go to.  This morning I had labs drawn for my three month check-up for my Diabetes. I went back this afternoon to get the results. I stopped by the office of my neurologist on my way to my results visit to get a referral to the area I am moving to.

That visit provided no referral. I was told they don’t know anything about my new area so it will be up to me to find a new neurologist. I did receive a short pile of my medical records to take with me.

While I was there my tremors were showing off. The head was full of tremors and so were my legs. When I went to the other doctor, my family doctor, I almost fell down. My doctor actually helped me stand and get my balance back. Once again professionals noticed the head doing the tremor thing.

My tests all came back good except one area. It was the LDL area, where it is dangerous to have the numbers get too high. It is my fault, as I learned. I was told to lay off the sugar-free ice-cream and all cheese.

I had given up most red meats and had traded the cheese and ice-cream; but my numbers went up 16 points. The doctor explained  how that is not good at all as my arteries are starting to clog and I needed to change my diet once again and get rid of the dairy.

I had noticed when I look at my veins they are popping up pretty good, making me look like I have night crawlers under my skin. I could use some advice from you. What can I eat? Especially at night when my sugar goes low? I thought cheese was protein, but maybe not. I don’t want to eat sugars to bring up my sugars so what can I eat instead?

The doctor said I can bring the numbers back down by eliminating the culprit, which I will start to immediately to because I don’t want to have a heart attack. The other thing that was in my favor was my weight. Because of my constant tremors, I have now lost 12 pounds this past three months. Maybe I will be nicer looking in time. I am hoping.