You were the greatest woman,To ever walk this earth,Because of you I was blessed,From the moment of my birth,You truly meant the world to me,And after all these years,Every time I think of you,I cry as many tears,Mom never gave me the gift,You sent when I turned ten,The feeling that I had that day,I never feel again,You wrote me a poem,I broke down in tears,To find out you wrote poetry too,After all these years,We write e...

Frosty dog encircled moon, color in the night. Jewels glitter upon new snow, shimmer bright. Magical memories, times when winter ruled. Childhood enthusiasm, never could be cooled. Wind blown drifts, always meant a day of play. Sliding slopes, launched airborne on my sleigh. Trudging knee deep back uphill, reaching the top. Exhilarating speed, face burning, laughing non-stop. Making snow angels, arms and legs flailing wil...

First week of December. The tree and decorations had been put up the day after Thanksgiving and now it was time for card sending. Penny sits cross legged on the floor of her bedroom with the boxes of Christmas cards that she purchased last year the day after Christmas at about seventy five percent off. There are pens of different colored ink, stickers, and stamps. A lap desk she found at a garage sale offers her a firm wr...

My king-size bed is centered on the wall, directly beneath the window. It has a very hard mattress out of choice. The drapes are an odd shade of green. The bedspread and pillows are a deep maroon. There are two hanging reading lights over each side of the bed with a sort of buttercream glass shade. Each side of the bed also has an antique side table with two drawers that have a collection of odds and ends that usually get...

"She seems quite taken with you," Nadja said. Nadja was one of the senior supervisors of the library. We often had lunch together and we talked about pretty much anything. Today, she caught me off guard."Who?" I asked. "The young one. Short with brunette hair," she said, "Looks a bit like a fairy." "Amelia?" I said quizzically, "Naw." Amelia was sweet to everyone. She was energetic and spirited around everyone. Nadja squi...

I checked my watch. I had been waiting for her for almost 20 minutes. I grinned and chuckled to myself. No, I'd been waiting longer. I leaned against the railing overlooking the square. The air was crisp and cool. It felt good to inhale it deep into my lungs. It had been a mild winter so far. They were only able to open the square's outdoor skating rink just a week before Christmas, weeks later than usual. Skaters shuffle...

I remember our special times,the promises made and shared the moments of passion, soft kisses and touches of being wrapped in each other’s arms,How those memories  Warm my heart You make me feel so happy But also scared You treat me well Where I am used to being used. You, I trusted to tell my story About my past, my history In a hope, to let you Know and understand me better. But now I have a message Saying you want to t...

My name is Mindy. On this sunny morning, I was standing on the green grass. It was a beautiful May day. I was alone. I had left the house early and I watched as the sun rose in the east. It was casting long shadows. I could smell the aroma of flowers in the air, and the evergreens were gently trembling in a soft breeze from the west. Usually, I would have slept late, as most teenagers do, on a day off from school. I was a...

Staring at a photo of brambles I see.Dusky mist filtering around each tree. Foggy haze, spooky shadows, tangled limbs.Reminds me of fairytales heard, by Grimm. To my mind, The Old Woman in the Wood.Or 7 Dwarfs working for the common good. Princes and Princesses, Witches and Elves. Memories of books on grandma's shelves.Hearing the stories, remembering the images. As we journeyed through castle filled villages. Sitting snu...

I'm lying on the floor of our rec-room, watching cartoons. I'm about eight years old and this is pretty much all I do on a Saturday morning. I hear the front door slam, a familiar sound, and glance up only when I realize that my father is coming down the stairs of our split-level home. He peeks over the railing at me, and says, "Come on..." He is sweaty, and covered with grass clippings. His black curls have already begun...

The day was good. I think it was Friday, or perhaps Thursday, but either way, the whole day was amazing... Until the very end. The bell had rung and I was walking to the stairs when I heard a guy from my grade (he was on the bench in the Senior section upstairs) exclaim, "I'm gonna jump!" Now, that bit freaked me out and I turned, but he got down off that bench and he laughed. That fucking asshole laughed. Sure, let's all...

"Way down... way down... way down. ...They found you on the bathroom floor..." -Cemetery Drive by MCR. "'Lena!" His voice, rough from cigarettes and powders, sloppy, stomach-twisting from the slur of the alcoholic life. His breath sour - bitter - to my nose and broken-glass ragged in my ear. He staggers toward me, about as balanced as a cat on its front two legs. Snap out of it! Curled in on myself on my bathroom, black-c...

I've walked past this dining room many times. When I was seven, I walked past it, out the door and to the car. We were headed to the hospital to see my Daddy. Mother didn't say at the time, but I know now that he was dying and I was leaving to say goodbye. I remember the passage through the room being a happy one, because we were visiting Daddy, but now, looking back, it has a very morbid, depressing tone to it. I got my...

Its a blue kinda day Lost in that dark lonely place The outside wears a smile while I cry from the inside My muse rides me hard this morning I fight the pain from that door that is opening, that place that whispers to meIt is no shade of grey Words dance in my mindMy steps are slow, listening to that inner voice First thought is to flee from this place where my memory's roam Radio loudMy favorite songCoffee strongCigarett...

Growing up in the 50’s and 60’s, and that’s the 1950’s and 1960’s for you smartasses, the doors in most homes had keyholes. These keyholes were made to be operated by large bulky skeleton keys. Usually one key would open nearly every door, so if you got one it was best to keep it hidden as your passkey to untold secrets and fortunes. As you might imagine, these skeleton keys required a substantial opening to fit into and...