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Beaten But Not Broken

Taking a Stand is Not Always Easy......

Sitting on the edge of her bed Theresa began to think what was wrong with her? What was going to be her next step? Would she ever be able to get the strength? She knew what had to be done or would she continue to let John break her down. The heartache he had not only caused her but her older boys. They had been witnesses of what John was capable of because they had seen the monster numerous times before. The faint knock o...

My Father

A portrait of my father.

He was not a man of earthly riches He was patient in his daily toil. He did his best to help my mother who imposed her will on him every day Although all week he was brow beaten when it was time to bless our meal he was the king of our little abode. And it will be my everlasting memory To see him share the bread and bless the wine. In the light of two candles

Reminiscing

I Miss You Daddy.....

Looking back today and reminiscingon the good times we shared.The smile on your face that we both shareThe rough calloused hands that held mewhen I was hurting. The hard hand that bustedme jumping on the bed! But it only happened oncebecause I didn’t want you angry at me.I remember riding in the big combine whileyou were working…so happy I was at your side.I remember running the mile race and when I moved in from last to...

Coyote Moon

We are all children of the universe, Mother Nature is our guardian.

A Children's Moon displayed today, upon a canvas bright and blue, not a cloud in the sky to see, the only thing on exhibit, you Mr. Moon. Showing yourself in the brightness of day, for children who would usually be asleep in their beds, when you appear at night. Eyes wide, mouth round, look of surprise upon your oval face. Not a frown, as I would expect from you, being up so early. You appear almost translucent to me, bot...

Blood is Thicker Than Water

Jessie thought she had escaped her family and that damn house...

The fog was rolling in like a throng of ghosts across the field. Its eerie fingers caressed the windows of the old house as the fog rose. In no time at all, it was as thick as the clichéd pea soup. Jessie Fontaine had to walk with her head down to make certain she didn’t trip in a hole. The old farm house was in the middle of a rutted hole-pocked yard in the middle of a barren field in the middle of nowhere. Well, not exa...

Santa’s Voice Menu System

A telephone voice recognition menu system for talking to Santa heals a family.

“Pwesent!,” my daughter shouted. “Pwesent!” “I’m sorry,” the elfin voiced on the telephone said. “I didn’t understand that. If you want a present for yourself from Santa, say ‘Present.’ If you want Santa to get something for Mommy or Daddy, say ‘Parent.’ For anything else, please say ‘Other.’ “Pawent!,” my little girl shouted. “Pawent!” “I’m sorry. I didn’t understand that…….” My daughter Penny was now crying. I hung up t...

Failure Absolute I want to be destroyed. Eliminated from history. My mistakes wiped clean from the slate. Complete destruction of my existence. No uttering of my name. No memories left behind. The world, a brighter place. My wife, happy. My son not at risk of my horrible problems. My daughter with a father who can actually raise and protect her. Only three things I have ever done right in this life. Choosing a good wife a...

If Only

a woman looks back at her life and realises she has over come her problems

IF ONLY If my mum was different If my dad wasn't sad If my sister didn't tease me Then I would be glad If the war hadn't happened and my Uncle Archie didn't die My Dad would be happy And so would I If my sister didn't talk so much and take over each day Then I would tell people What I really want to say If my schooling had been different and I had got by just fine Then any career going would have been mine If I had stood...

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Relatives

I bet there just might be a couple people here who feel the same...

At family gatherings throughout the year,There are those who add to the holiday cheer,Those who brighten up your day,Every time they come your way.Most are a pleasure to be around,As fine as any friends I’ve found,But, there are a few I’d like to lose,If I could only pick and choose.Some that are a pain in my rear end,I’d like to delete like a Facebook friend,Others who insist they are family,But sure don’t look a thing l...

Did I ever tell you?

To all my friends and family...I never tell you how much you've influenced me and enriched my life

Did I ever tell you how much I adore your mind, dear friend? A shard of cutting brilliance and delight It inspires me to be more than I am A dance between the two of us – one leading then the other Not a waltz, more a Charleston Maybe modern dance, perhaps?Did I ever tell you how much I adore your heart, my mother? Full of compassion and caring It inspires me to be more like you Look how you took us all on, even my cousin...

How Old Are You Now?

Happy Birthday to You Mom

***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...

Dementia

Effect of Dementia

Lately, I've been looking at my grandpa's face trying to rewind it back to when he was younger; try to picture the face without all the wrinkles and wither. This is the second person I have had to help take care of while they slowly disintegrate and die. I don't feel bad for myself, no...not exactly. That's life after all, and millions of people have to go through with it. That doesnt mean I can't vent about it...it doesn...

Youth

Poem about a family members habit and the effect it has on the rest of the family

Vision of youth (before things go to shit):me and you, and you're swinging me on your shoulderas if you'd love me forever...you'd never let me go...slip...break a bone...scar fleshMy mother's brother...my uncle...my role model...drug addict.We'd play frisbee while Nanny and Poppy cooked in the kitchen with smileslittle did I know all those times you went to the bathroom you were doing more than just "smoking a cigarette"-...

Family

A think-piece on family

FamilyThe door cracks open and grimy shoes are placed off numb feet onto a mat whose greeting doesn’t exactly represent how one feels in this cold, hard house: welcome.Internal family affairs including me and my inability to stop my pall with my abusesand my brother and his selfishness and the list goes on and on longer than an entire novel could hold- longer than The Grapes of Wrath, and Of Mice and Men combined:Steinbec...

Grandpa

An idea I've had for a while...dedicated to one of the kindest, most thoughtful men I've ever met...

An honest man who worked real hard, And did his best throughout his life, To clothe and feed his proud family, His four children and his wife. Born in the early twentieth century, He knew that times were often tough, But he always did whatever it took, To ensure his family had enough. A gentle man who spoke with kindness, And ungraciousness was never heard, Who still believed in God and family, And knew the value of a man...