#FWF Free Write Friday; Image Prompt
Big like my Daddy
Warm like Mommy’s arms
Soft like Grandma’s lap
I look at…
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.
#FWF Free Write Friday; The Circle of Life
I’d like you…
I’d like you to consider the changing seasons and circle of life as your prompt this week. I am really looking forward to reading your thoughts. Should make for some great discussions so be sure to read each others work.
I have actually thought of the circle of life lately as I have been informed two more grand babies are coming next year. This brings a smile to my face as I, myself gave birth to three awesome and beautiful babies.
My whole goal in life was to be the best mommy ever. I wanted to teach them that life was about trust and love. I wanted them to learn that life is not always about candy and magic; that there were going to be plenty of bumps in the road.
I thrilled at watching the very first tooth come in, then crawling and walking. Oh I so enjoyed each of these stages. Watching them learn to feed themselves, their first cake to enjoy all on their own.
I laugh now as I remember the mess on their tiny faces as they crammed that birthday cake into their mouth with those chubby fingers. Their first photos I had taken, the potty training days.
The day I cried as I took them into their first day of school and worried if the teacher would care about them as much as I did.
There was so much teaching and learning along the way. Politeness, bad behavior, good behavior, manners, no swearing, respecting your parents. Helping with homework, oh boy, those were some trying times for sure, but they did it.
Christmas Day remembering how they squealed in delight at opening their gifts. Teaching them to share by spending some of their own money on a gift for someone else.
My heart beams as I look back into my memories. I wanted to let them know it is alright to grow up; to learn to make their own decisions. Graduation, relationships, babies, living life.
Now I am a senior citizen and I am proud of my grown children. They turned out awesome in my eyes. No, they are not perfect but a mother over looks so many things out of love. After all I made some pretty big mistakes too while growing up.
My circle of life, my children, my grandchildren. I have done what I wanted. I accomplished what I set out to do. The best thing I see today is my circle has evolved like an embryo. My kids are now living their own circle. They are slowly filling in the shape with what I have taught them as children.
A parents love is never done. It blossoms from the moment we set eyes on you as you enter into the world. When I lie down in my own grave, I will smile as you will be the only thing on my mind. The circle of life is now complete. Terry Shepherd
I Don’t Understand Me
I have not done so well today, or as good as I thought I would. Al has been gone 24 hours and I…
I have not done so well today, or as good as I thought I would. Al has been gone 24 hours and I struggled with the silence here. You must all think I am just plain crazy and I don’t blame you.
Here I sit at the computer and I feel the biggest empty spot. I should be jumping up and down? Running through the house? Out with friends having fun? Maybe shopping?
But no here I sit. Unable to place once foot in front of the other and make any moves. I feel anger inward at what a rotten friend I have been to myself. There must be another explanation for this.
I didn’t even touch the house today. I had two eggs and a piece of toast for breakfast. I had no lunch and I had a bowl of Cheerios for supper. I was trying to find my sugar substitute in the cupboard and knocked something out and it landed in the cat’s water. That dominoed into flipping the water into his food bowl. That food was ruined where I had just filled it up.
As I was carrying my bowl of cereal here to the computer, I don’t know what I did but I flipped my spoon out of the bowl and it splattered on the floor. I then took a shower and got out and dried off. I then realized I had forgotten to rinse the conditioner out and had to get back in.
My granddaughter’s birthday is today. I was watching a video of her party on Facebook and then just started crying. I had missed her birthday. I had sent no card and said nothing. I quickly apologized to my son for my forgetfulness and told Hanna Happy Birthday.
There is a part of me that can slightly remember the person I used to be. There once used to be this gal named Terry that loved to laugh. I could laugh until my eyes watered, my sides hurt, and sometimes pee my pants. I was always ready to go have fun, be with family and friends. I tried to never be home on weekend evenings.
Oh not that I was a party girl. I never have been. No drinking for me, no big gatherings at the bar. Usually with just family.
I know, I am really dogging myself tonight, but I am a little angry at who I am lately. Too sad, too deep, too full of sorrow. I really do want to laugh, but I cry. I want to get out, but I stay in. What in the world is my problem?
People say I am not that old yet. They tell me there is hope for love still. They tell me there is still life to live. But tonight, because I miss my brother so bad, when I really need the break, I am a weepy mess.
Please don’t be upset with me and scream at me for not appreciating my break. I am already screaming at my own self and that is punishment enough for one evening.
It Won’t Work, Now This Topic is Dead
I have went on and on trying to please this one and that one. Afraid of hurting feelings. Trying to…
I have went on and on trying to please this one and that one. Afraid of hurting feelings. Trying to do what was right for Al.
In the end I got the final results this morning. Al is too sick. His body and height are out of the guidelines.
I have deleted the fundraising post and the explanation post.
I will continue to tell Al that I will look and that I am aware of his wishes, but in the end unless a miracle from God takes place the topic of his donating any part of his diseased body is dead.
As you read my post on 9/11, please pause for a moment and remember the lives that were lost during this terrorist attack. I know that it is on my mind at times throughout the year, but especially today.
My mother had passed a year prior and I so remember the moment I saw the news flash on the television I so wanted to call my mom and talk to her about this terrible event.
We must all give thanks for every moment we are able to take one more breath.