To all the Mother'sWho gave birthTo all the Mother'sWho adopted childrenSay thanks to each and every one of themFor taking care of us when we are sickThanks for guiding usTeaching us right from wrongThanks to all the Mother'sWho play and listen to all the things we have to sayThanks to all the Mother'sWho let us be ourselvesEach mother is uniqueJust as her child is to herThank you for being you MomWe love you!
From the moment I could talk, She’s been the one that I call out to. From the moment I could walk, She’s been the one I go to. From the moment I could trust, She’s been the one I put my faith in. From the moment I could love, She’s been the one that most of my heart is filled with. I may be a mommy’s girl, Because she is my best friend. We’ve been through our share of things But come out stronger in the end. The dynamic d...
My Mom's name was Agnes. Her maiden name was Greene. She was the youngest of five children. She had one sister and three brothers. They are/were Ina Mae Dooley, Everette Greene, James Greene and Norman Greene. Two of Mom's siblings are also deceased. Norman died of lung cancer at the age of fifty-six in 2001.The other sibling who is deceased was Mom's younger brother. His name was Burkette Greene Junior. Sadly, he died wh...
My Memories of My Mother I lost my life long best friend who was also my mother in March 2013. The memories I have of Mom go from laughter and sorrow to tears and anger but because she was my best friend and emotional supporter I want to concentrate only on the good. At the age of seven, I lost my functional hearing for speech discrimination. Mom was right there encouraging me to be what I want to be. She always told me t...
In 1996, at the age of 49, I joined the Army National Guard. I had served previously from the ages of 21 to 25 in the United States Navy. Therefore, when I became a soldier, I entered with the rank of Specialist. It was not quite the same as a Corporal, the same pay grade, because Corporals had more prestige, more experience as soldiers. But I had wanted to serve. And I had tried earlier to reenter the service. However, I...
Chapter 4 The Lady in Tellurium (DG 4) A figurine of a woman with long hair attracts my attention. It is made of wax, soft to the touch. It caught a lot of dirt and dust making it look dull and grey. The woman holds something in her hands, but I do not know what it is. “Domiarn, let’s go. It is getting to be impolite!” Dot nudges me towards the door, rain or not. He is very shy like that. “Wait”. The figurine transmits a...
Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They always smoke and drink. They live with many women. They are nasty creatures and governments hunt them.” The boy looked sad. And he said nothing in return. He decided to...
Although I never got to give you lifeI will love you for all my lifeI never got to see your first smileBut your smile brightens my worldI never seen you take your first stepBut you stepped into my life to stayI wasn’t there for your first day at schoolBut you have taught me what love is all aboutYou were barely sixteen when we first metWe talked and became fast friendsYou welcomed me into your home and lifeHow much better...
Becky Patterson arrived at the coffee shop short of breath after hurrying from the only parking spot she'd been able to find, five blocks away. Her hair disheveled and face rosy from the brisk walk, she slid into a seat opposite her sister and gratefully accepted the mug of steaming liquid pushed toward her."Sorry I'm late. I thought I'd allowed enough time to get here, but I wasn't counting on the rush of Christmas shopp...
~ The End ~ Becky Patterson sat in the dimly lit room, her head bowed slightly, staring blankly into space. She neither knew nor cared how long she’d been there. Finally she heard a light rap on the door, which opened before she could respond. “Excuse me, Ms. Patterson? Everything appears to be in order, and we need to — time is of the essence —” “Of course,” she said in a flat whisper, not making eye contact, then as an...
The clowns have gone packed in their tiny red car,Balloons deflated after a big day on show,All that remains is birthday cake crumbs and a very tired one year old boy. As the first star falls into sight and the last page is turned, Sheets are folded back and new toys make mountains in his first new room,His second year waits with walking and talking on the rise. Walk to the bed tears are shed, Mother catches her toe on a...
Slightly premature baby I made a decision that nobody knew It was my responsibility to let my baby go from in me. As I lay solitary in the night in the glow of a light a Daddy Longlegs flitted around slightly mad I chatted to him thank you for your company dear friend. Then an apparition came to me - My babies brown eyes told me ‘fear not you will be safe and I will be free’. Then all was well his body was ready and he gl...
Was just browsing the net today while I came across “Darwin's little warm pond” the experiment that suggests the details of evolution or how life was formed. Quite an interesting thought and it left me thinking about it for some strange reason or the other. I pondered on the term for a while and random vignettes started coming to me until it was ‘the’ eureka moment. Isn't it that everything for that matter is born out of...
***Text Message from "Cap:" Yeah, dude, hurry up. Come through"Johnny looked back up at the row of greeting cards. "Her Birthday: Mother from Son"Johnny had been in the store for the last 20 minutes trying to pick out the perfect card to go with his perfect gift for his Mother on her Birthday--August 14. He always made sure he got a card that said everything he wanted to say, but kept it sweet and, as an added bonus, ryhm...
Ask most people what I do for a living and they’ll say I chase ambulances. That is simply false. I married a nurse precisely because I am not a good runner and did not want to have to chase them. In truth, my actual job title is “Attorney and Counselor at Law.” It sounds fancier than it really is. I do, however, take the counselor part very seriously. When my good friend Josh informed me that his mother-in-law had recentl...
