Writing for Kellie, FWF

Kellie has begun her Free Write Friday prompts again. I am excited about this. It stretches your brain, and she gives you a variety of topics to write about. Want to join in ? Go to this link;



Today’s prompt;

Memory Prompt:

Write about your earliest memory. Good, bad, happy or sad. Before you begin, take time to dwell in that memory. Absorb everything you can about it. What you see, what you smell, what you hear and mostly, how you feel. Let it resonate. Marinate your mind in that one moment. Then begin.


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My earliest memory is something I have mentioned to elders in the family; but it was never verified; but in my mind, it is very accurate.

I was around the age of three. There were problems in my parents divorce and therefore, my brother, me and our dad moved in with his parents. My father slept upstairs and I don’t remember where my brother was.

I remember me still being in a baby crib and I still held a bottle to my mouth. I believe this to be true from the stories I have heard. My dad worked nights at a local skating rink and part/time at a bowling alley. He arrived home pretty early in the mornings.

Of course, me being young, I rose with the roosters. I don’t know if I entertained myself with baby thoughts, but I do remember throwing my baby bottle at my dad when I was ready to get out of the baby bed.

I remember him walking me down the stairway with my fingers wrapped around his fingers.

I always look at this a little confused. Dad must have loved me, or else he wouldn’t have had me in the same house with a separation in marriage in progress. I always held him with high standards throughout my life, because not many fathers back in those days took the children under their wing.

He was my hero, and when he passed away in 2007, I lost a big chunk of my heart.


Broken Trust

Once upon a time in life
I felt laughter; I breathed
Love surrounded me
Vivid colors so bright
I felt heat from light.

It cracked, like crystal glass
You couldn’t change
A one-way street
You refused to sway
I lost many good days.

Today I can see clear
I recognize your face
I understand your words
But still, the mask is black
I can’t take you back.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd



The earth is standing still
I hear no life
I feel nothing.

Screaming at the stars
I hear no answer
I feel alone.

Am I a tree with no life?
I have no branches
My color is gone.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd