Daily Prompt; Lucky Star


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Today is your lucky day. You get three wishes, granted to you by The Daily Post. What are your three wishes and why?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WISHES.

Ever since I became a mom I wanted to be able to leave my three children something to remember me by. So my first wish is: To have my first book, Dahlia, finally land in my hands, published, along with three copies for my kids.

I am not sure if Daily Post can give me my second wish because it is a biggie. My second wish is to have my children stripped of all sad, bad, painful memories. I would have my children all on the same page and they would stay in touch with me, their mom, at least once a week.

My third wish is a greedy wish. I wish for something I know Daily Post can not produce, but I can dream can’t I? I wish for me to bump into, or he knocks on my door, or I see him while taking photographs, and we look at each other, and we just know we were always meant to be.

I have to break the rules here friends. Yes, leave it to me to stray from the path. I can’t help myself ok? My fourth and final wish for this prompt is that I see the angels lifting Al from his bed. I see the smile on his face that I have come to know. I see the sickness spilling out of his body. I see Jesus holding his arms out reaching for Al. I hear the choirs singing. I see the rain turn to sun. I see Al standing among our family and they are all waving at me and waiting for my arrival next.

Alright, I am done. Thank-you for letting me dream upon the stars.

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To Dream


Hand In Hand

 

To dream to be able to heal

To wipe the tears and sorrows

And bring hope to the world

For a better tomorrow.

To take a way all sickness

To take frowns and turn them to smiles

To walk this earth barefoot and naked

To be accepted for us just for a while.

For wherever we roam

Through what ever door we walk through

We can walk in with our heads held high

You will greet me and I will talk to you.

For each of us to have our individuality

To be able to say as we feel

Would be such an honor

And our mask we would peel.

We are here to love and be loved

To heal broken hearts and minds

To walk together step in step

Our lives becoming entwined.

This is my wish for the world for today

My friends and visitors who pass my way

To put fighting and blasphemy aside for a while

As we walk together mile after mile.

Terry Shepherd

04/02/2013

Daily Prompt; Kick It/ The Daily Post


 

 

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What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?

 

 

 

What is the 11th item on your bucket list, I am thinking. Geesh, at my age, can I have 11 things on a bucket list that I want to yet do? Maybe, I guess to be truthful, I don’t make

 

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Deutsch: Morgan Freeman bei der deutschen Filmpremiere The Bucket List, Berlin, 21. Januar 2008 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

goals so far ahead any longer. I try to make it through the day. Think of the week ahead. Mainly at Thanksgiving and Christmas, do I ponder on the months instead of the days.

 

 

 

What are some things that I wish I could or will try to do before I lay my head down to rest for the final time.

 

 

 

I am going to start with the number one item and work my way down the list.

 

 

 

1. Keep God close to me

 

 

 

2. Find a job, hopefully a caregiver job

 

 

 

3. Be able to continue to pay my bills as they come in

 

 

 

4. Continue to go see Al and keep working at helping him to smile

 

 

 

5. Lose the sadness

 

 

 

6. Love the getting fit class and walk the track

 

 

 

7. Meet a special someone who respects and understands me

 

 

 

8 Finish editing my first book and get it out there

 

 

 

9. Keep my blogging going and meet more wonderful people

 

 

 

10. Finish my second book I have started writing

 

 

 

11. Form some type of group that reaches out to the lonely

 

 

 

These sound pretty selfish only thinking of myself. There are many things that I wish to happen before I pass on. This prompt was about me, so I concentrated on me only.

 

 

 

 

 

Picture it & Write /Ermiliablog


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Write about the picture below.

Desires of wealth, health and happiness being sent up to the stars

Tired of struggling here on earth, not getting very far

Working my fingers to the bone every day

Taxes and insurance taking my pay

Been saving for as long as I can go back

Then a day comes my way and empties my sack

One day in the hospital when I got sick

Shook my security loose as I was forced to pick

To eat or to pay the bills that had come in the mail

I am sure when I saw the total, my face turned so pale

I can’t seem to win no matter how hard I try

Sometimes it makes me wish I could lay down and die

So I take my desires and toss them up to the skies

Pour over me your blessings and wipe my wet eyes

Let food be plentiful on my  table today

Help me pay my bills please pave the way

I have hope that as I enter the new year

That I can hold on to all things that I hold dear.

 

 

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Daily Prompt;Just a Dream/The Daily Post


You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one,

Gold Glitter

and tell us about what you find on the other side.

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I will pick door number two, because in my mind it is in the middle. It can’t be too bad or too good to be true.

What I found on the other side was magnificent. Beautiful trees with shimmery golden leaves. A blue sky that went on forever and ever; not even a puff of a cloud in my view.The sun was brighter than anything I have ever seen. It sparkled more than the biggest diamond.

A long brick path leading down a long narrow lane. It split off at the end and once again I was able to choose which of the three paths I would take. The bricks were as new, never having had a footprint on it. Not a sliver or blade of grass grew in between the cracks.

I walked the path, feeling like I should walk in bare feet to not leave specks of dirt to follow me. I could smell the dirt around me. It smelled so fresh, like it had just been placed. It was so dark like a strong cup of coffee. It smelled like it had been freshly watered.

Rustling of leaves made music to walk to. Branches bending down welcoming me on my trip. Birds of many colors flew near and above me. Whispering sweet words of hellos and welcomes.

I reached the end of the road and I chose door number one. A new beginning, a promise of hope, new sights. Number one always represents the first. The first of everything to come my way.

As I entered the big golden oak door, my eyes popped, and tears raced down my face. I had made the right choice. A sight awaited for me, hands reaching out to welcome me, gathering around me, heart to hearts were being shared.

Every void that I have suffered the past 12 years were replaced and made whole. As each soul touched me another hole was filled. When I looked down at myself, it was as if I was brand new and had never been branded with pain.

I saw my dear Mother, who was the first to come greet me. As I looked into her green eyes, glittery tears reflected into my heart. She loved me, she had always loved me. All the guilt I had carried all my life about the way I had treated her had vanished.

Behind her, coming out of the shadow was my daddy. I fell on bended knees and wept like a new-born baby. My daddy, the hero of my life. I stood up and raced into his open arms and gave him the biggest bear hug I could muster. I heard him whisper in my ear,” I am sorry my daughter. I should have been more open. I should have told you that I loved you. I was shy and didn’t know how to reach out”.

“Oh daddy, I always knew you loved me. You may not have said it, but I always felt it”. We hugged and the clock quit ticking as the two of us healed. We drew apart and the three of us formed a small circle. We took each others hands and held tight. We would never disappear from one another again.

In the background, I saw familiar faces. I smiled and was greeted with loving faces of my grandparents, aunts and uncles. I turned towards the door and I saw it being nudged to open, but it would not. I let go of my parents hands and gently walked up to the big oak door, trying to peek into the peep-hole.

I wept once again as I saw my dear brother standing on the other side. He was calling my name. He was kicking and crying and knocking on the door. I could hear him telling me, ” Please let me in sis. Don’t  leave me out here all alone”.

I said to him,” I hear you Al, I hear you calling my name. I love you brother with all of my heart. I am here with mom and dad and grandma and grandpa. They are waving hello to you brother”. The noise stopped as he leaned his ear close to the wood and strained to hear every word I said. He said, ” Please let me in. I am afraid. I don’t want to be here without you”. With this I replied, ” I can not do as you wish for this one time. God is whispering in my ear, that it is not your time. Go back dear brother. Be brave, hold your chin up high. You will be alright. I am watching over you. The good news is you just have to wait a little while longer, and then we shall all be together, a family again”. As I looked through the peep-hole, I saw him lower his head and walk slowly a way. My heart ached  as I always wanted to give him what he wished for. I said to myself, it won’t be long baby brother, it won’t be long.