Shrinking until shrunk

This is the end of a story that I will never start writing. I used grammerky for my spelling and grammarly mistakes. But, the rest is me. 

Child King

. . .  “ Three more years,”

said the failed child king.

And the world laughed, until the laughter fell into tears.

“Never again,” they whispered, then said aloud.

“Never, ever again.”

The failed child king scurried off, blundering and bothered, wailing and crying out to anyone who might listen.

“But I am the forever king,” he pleaded.

The people gathered together and poured out the cherry-red potion upon the ground. They closed their windows and locked their doors. They remembered they were human. They remembered their hearts and their hope. They remembered what was important.

And - It wasn’t hate.

It wasn’t lies.

It wasn’t anything cruel.

The people knew there was still good left in the world. They came together and stood against the hate. United, they grew stronger.

The people stood against the failed child king.

“No,” they cried.

“We will drink no more of your magic.”

As feeling returned, the syrup crept beneath the doors — thin and sticky, but weaker than before. And as minds cleared, the people raised their voices and called out together:

“You are hate!”

“You are the failed king.”

And then the failed child king began to shrink. He grew smaller and smaller, until he was scarcely there at all — nothing more than a faint bit of smudge left on the floor.

And that was the end of the failed child king.

Dear reader, there is no place in this world for hate.

Love is the tale worth telling.. 

Love always wins. 💙

Finding it

I found love years ago, last month

last week, and over the weekend. 

I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow

together, forever, and always. 

May you always find your love. 

Happy Ups and happy Downs—

Happy Belated Anniversary. 

Hi Mom

 May 10, 2020

Hi mom, 

I’ve been working on this for a while now, it’s something you’ve inspired me to do. That was to keep writing. Unfortunately, I am left with an insurmountable amount of editing on this current project. 

  What is “this project?” you ask? I am writing a book. A collection of memories. This one in particular is yours. 

What you’re about to read is raw, it probably could be edited two or three pieces, and it needs finishing. But I want you to read it before it gets to that point. I want you to read it as-is. 

so... 

Happy Mother’s Day to my best friend, my secret keeper and forever chocolate sharer

I hope we can visit sooner - rather then later. I can’t wait!!! 

Love you always, 

- me 

Summer Winds

When I was in my early teens, my parents saved enough money to buy a swimming pool. This was no easy task.  You have to understand, Us getting that pool was a big deal. We had a great big change jar in the kitchen, every day we’d empty our pockets of the days  change and toss them into that big old jar. On weekends we’d return soda cans for 5 cents a can. Everyone chipped in and everything went into it. 

Our town looked down on us so much that this pool became a source of family pride.

For years, my dad meticulously cared for it, Debating Chemicals. Testing chlorine. Shock or super shock?

The pool itself was beautiful. An oval shape, surrounded by a series of wooden planks & stained patios. Dark wood and Leveled decks.

Lush gardens outlined the pool, Brown Eyed Susan’s & DayLilies grew wild. The air was full of fat bumblebees. Mixed in with the wildflowers was another source of pride - My moms most special and ever favorite - Blue Phlox, A  blue flower brought over from Germany. The seeds were planted & handed down, generations of them, passed from relative to relative. Each season growing a bigger and bolder blue, each year the garden grew. The the annuals, perennials, vegetables, berries and fruit.

 My parents would start planning in February, just in time to get the spring pea’s in. March roared with bright yellow forsythia, spring flowers meant small hand tied bouquets of  flowers - Lilly of the valley and daffodils, the summer winds blew in leafy green hosta, tart gooseberries and snap beans. October & fall meant only two things, falling leaves & pumpkins. Autumn was intoxicating, the heavy smell of mulched leaves and apple spice. it was curry and apricots. 

Chocolate and everything was laced with some kind of earthy goodness. Winter storms brought with it a deafening sound of silence. Pine needles and newly fallen snow.  It was clean and fresh, warm blankets and my dads laborious going’s-on with the families only source of heat - the wood stove. 

My parents still live and breathe that garden, something like that doesn’t change. My parents heart was in the garden, my parents heart is that garden. So it doesn’t matter the time of year, you need to only open up a window to know what season it was or ask them, they’ll happily tell you what to grow and when to grow it. 

 

A something

 I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. 

I woke up today following a night of strange dreams and constant pain. 

I woke up today, with a feeling of unease. 

someone, somewhere, something is going to happen. It's like waiting for a storm to come through, a hailstorm to happen. 

It's a feeling of dread. A pit in my stomach. A hollow in my heart. 

It's a something and I am sorry. 

I end this by saying, you are my eyes, my ears, my arms, my legs, the thoughts in my head, and all the feelings in my heart. 

You are my today

My tomorrow 

My together forever 

My best friend and always 

You know who you are

You are the good part of my day

You are my light

.. And for what its worth — I miss you even more when you're out of sight

.

Stardust

 U

You 

You are gone 

But you will never 

Ever 

Be 

Forgotten

Mr. Christopher Larkin 

Est and best

 Dear Lover Husband 

You are the most kindest 

Most best-est 

Most wonderful-est 

Forever 

My light-est 

Only the lonely

 Only those who have lived with a long term illness, know that you don’t want to be remembered as being sick. Sickness makes you a lousy friend, terrible daughter, horrible sister and a lousy wife. You want to be known for being vibrant, energized and happy. In my case, it’s not my children or career that I want to be known for. (I have neither.)

Instead, I’d like to be known for being kind. It might even  be too late for that.