He loved her so much he gave her a rose, the most beautiful rose In his exotic garden. She broke into tears, ran to his garden to find the mother plant that has lost her child. She tried to join them, and saw it was no use. She cried for her rose, fated t...
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Time and gardens go together, love and roses go together crystals and rain go together, fireplaces and Winter also go together… We, on the other hand, shared time in gardens, enjoyed love and roses, loved raindrops on crystals, cuddled near the fireplace...
She Never Forgot
Kindness is learned at any age"When I was young I had a dog. My parents decided that we couldn't afford it. It was the Depression." She told the story once more. Their mother had told it before. They always tried to understand. "It was on Christmas Eve. I cried that night. My dog came...
She looked at him in awe and saw her past revisited, she looked at him hopefully and saw her uncertain future. He just looked at her intently and saw only the present. And it is now, years later, she lives only in the present while he thinks of their past...
Grandma's Christmas Cookies
Sent with the cookies this year...‘Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house,Pieces of cookies sprinkled Grandma’s Christmas blouse.She’d baked tasty recipes for almost a full week,Making Christmas cookies her grandchildren would eat. She sang familiar carols; sugar crysta...
A thousand jewels in soft arraybrush moonlit waters in sweet balletvibrant lights from red to goldenchant the river of London oldThrough the night, St Paul's commandsa ship of white, atop the landscasting awe from bridge to hallsplashing life in silver th...
Of Threats to Democracy
About what may be our greatest threat.The essence of democracyis that a person never beafraid to freely speak what’s in their heart. A blessing of democracyis that an artist can be freeto fearlessly create a work of art. There was a time not long agowhen any citizen did knowhow precious was t...
Reaching Out Into The Darkness
I still hear the voice that echoes in my heartI still recognize thetimber and the tone. Hear the sound of her voicedeep inside From her voice in my mindthat one time.Only one time did we speak,share ourselves. Only one time did shepaint my heart with sound. Said my name, and it brought me tears of jo...
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Ice cold droplets on rosebuds fated to die under the first frost, an untended garden lost in time, a house blurred in the fog, hours rushing to their swift end, unopened books inviting dust, a sun struggling pitifully to rise, a moon declining its own lig...
“One day, you’re going to thank God you’ve got that speed, lad.” Those were the words of old Jack Linley to eighteen-year-old Danny Friar after the young man had run a solo one hundred metres trial on grass. While Danny, in his running gear, and spiked tr...
Jump into my soul And let yourself be loved Never will you be lost or End up alone. My heart belongs to you Always and forever. Ride the waves of love I promise you no regrets Escape into paradise with me Love me through the years Yet when I look at you...
When I'm Alone
I hate when he travels...Little things see me through the times when I’m alone. I slip on your t-shirt and inhale the faint scent of your cologne. Silly, I suppose, but it helps. I hug my pillow and hold on to the thought that you won’t be gone forever. The grandfather clock chim...
The Senior Covid Blues
Annual Xmas contribution. Dedicated to all oldies and oldie wannabes!I have read many articlesabout the virus particlesthat swirl about and sneak into our noses. Today it takes tenacityto keep one’s lung capacityand not look up and see the roots of roses! According to virologymy system’s etiologydoes put me in the high-ris...
The Spirit of the Bayonet Fighter
“What is the spirit of the bayonet fighter? To kill, to kill, with cold, cold steel”Back in 1961, I heard on the radio that Kennedy had sent 500 US Special Forces and military advisors to a place called Vietnam. I was just starting high school at the time. It was the first time I remember hearing about that country. We also had a war g...
The tech lab shares a wall with their workstation, yet they need to take the long way around. Captain Euryale has mentioned adding a door in the detectives' station that would connect to the tech lab, but it would have to go in her office or they would ne...