#FWF Free Write Friday; Image Prompt
Big like my Daddy
Warm like Mommy’s arms
Soft like Grandma’s lap
I look at…
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#FWF Free Write Friday; Image Prompt
Big like my Daddy
Warm like Mommy’s arms
Soft like Grandma’s lap
I look at you and I feel love
I feel safe when I’m with you.
Will you be my friend?
In times I want to cry?
When I feel so all alone?
When I think no one understands?
Will you play with me
Will you follow me where I go?
Will you be my best friend?
For today I do not feel good
Mommy and Daddy are in heaven
And I feel all alone
Please say you’ll stay
You remind me so much
Of how good life used to be
Today, I need a friend.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11.30.2013
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#FWF Free Write Friday; Gratitude
Memories of yesterdays
Wishing I could go back
Laughter and chatter
Kids racing outside
Daddy’s…
#FWF Free Write Friday; Gratitude
Memories of yesterdays
Wishing I could go back
Laughter and chatter
Kids racing outside
Daddy’s snoring
Mommy’s gossip
My head laying peacefully
In Grandma’s lap
Belly full yet more dessert
Today I didn’t hear no
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To see Grandma sitting right there
In her comfy recliner
Daddy laying on the couch
Aunts doing dishes
A table full of food
Candles lit in the middle
All holding hands saying grace
Tears come to my eyes
As I go back in time
And remember those days
Of freedom and loving
Now many years later
I have my own children
Forming new memories
But I can’t help but to mingle
Intertwine the old with the new
A complete life of me and my family.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11.22.2013
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Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving
Mom and Dad always said
Don’t eat much breakfast or you’ll be sad
You’ll miss out on…
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving
Mom and Dad always said
Don’t eat much breakfast or you’ll be sad
You’ll miss out on turkey and taters too
Deviled eggs and plenty of food
So a piece of peanut butter toast
A glass of juice and water at most
Our tummies were growling we could hear
Please let us get there oh father dear
I walk in and oh, the smell of food
Everything looks so yummy and good
Mom fills my plate and also my glass
I take a nice seat and sit on my ___
Oh this was worth starvation today
For going to Grandma’s is the only way
Tummy all full I can hardly walk
Afraid I’ll puke if I begin to talk
I find my way to the guest bedroom
I lay on the bed and very soon
My eyes are heavy and then they close
This is the way Thanksgivings go.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11/06/2013
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A Valuable Lesson
Every evening I call Al at the Hospice House, and every time I hang up I am sad. You ask me why? Because the nurses say he is doing fine.
Tonight I called again and when I heard those same words I blurted out, ” If he is fine there then why isn’t he here? When he is here he cries a lot. He is so sad. Why isn’t he like that there?”
The nurse probably thought I was on crack, asking something like that. It probably sounded like I wanted him to be crying, but of course I don’t.
After I thought about it a quick second, I explained, ” Oh I don’t want him to cry. I am just trying to figure out why he is happy there and not here.”
She started laughing and I could sense her relief that I was not the wicked witch of the west.
She broke it down a little for me and said, ” He does cry here also, but not continuous. He speaks of death here and he says he is afraid to die. I told him that I was afraid to die too, but we all have to do it. Mr. Al, you have to think about the positive and get a way from the negative. Yes, he cries here, plus here he has different aids here at all times. It keeps his mind busy. Also, he doesn’t get out of bed unless he wants to or ask, and he doesn’t ask.”
I listened with intent trying to pick up on anything that may help me here at home with Al, but I wasn’t getting anything to really grab a hold of then she made the comment that put the puzzle pieces together.
She asked me one question, do you have kids?
Why yes I have kids, they are all grown up.
She went on with her explanation.” Do you remember when they went a way or they went to Grandma’s house for a week? Remember when you went back to get them and Grandma always said they were angels? Well this is 
how Al is too.”
I thought back to my kids when they were little. They would be the best darn kids ever and then suddenly with no warning they were causing me headaches and stressing me out to the max. I couldn’t wait until they went to Grandma’s.
I laughed out loud at my own thoughts and she continued on. ” This is how Al is. He is here. We are strangers, new people to see and get to know. He hasn’t learned how to press our buttons. Yes, even very ill patients can learn how to press the caregiver’s buttons. He is comfortable with you, where as here, he is still on guard of his actions. This is all there is too it. He is better here just like your kids were when they went to other homes.”
It all made sense. I didn’t want to hang up this time and weep because I wasn’t doing something good enough, or worse yet, discover he liked it elsewhere better than home. The fact is he loves me enough to let all his feelings show here at home. I should feel honored I guess but somehow seeing the sad, depressed side doesn’t thrill me. But, it does make me feel better to know that our life here at home is normal and he loves me enough to let his hair hang down and be free to be himself.
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I Was Thrilled, I Had A Visitor
Being a Grandma was not always my highlight of traits. I love my Grandkids but I was not nor am I still the babysitting granny.
I can’t really blame anyone but myself I guess when it comes to visits or calls from any of them. I was never the one who called my kids begging to take care of the cuties. I can’t fix it because I can not fix who I am deep down inside. I always tell myself that the reason I don’t like to baby sit is because I have had to do it since I was 10 years old.
Every day I didn’t have school I had to watch my sister. I had my first child at the age of 19. I feel so much guilt that I am not like other grandparents. I am the oddball, but when and if they come to visit, I am thrilled.
In fact one of my granddaughters came to visit me today to show me her costumes for trick-or-treating. She also brought me her very first school photo. I enjoyed this visit. It was wonderful. I gave her a big hug when she left and told her to come back. You don’t realize this, but she looks so much like I did when I was little. She and my daughter and one son look more like me, even if they don’t want to admit it. Really, it is a compliment as I was quite a looker when I was young.
This is me and the next ones are her.
Who I am 