Category Archives: Children

3 Short Poems

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A Child

Trying to reach

a child.

So far away,

yet so near to me. Read the rest of this entry

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My Fellow Man

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(Forty-five, Anteater, Karma)

I walked into the hospital room they put my son in. I was tired, kind of in shock. It was a semi-private room, holding a bathroom and two beds, separated by floor to ceiling curtains that could be drawn back. My son Donald was in the bed by the door. His appendix had burst. None of us had recognized the symptoms and by the time we realized there was something seriously wrong my husband Bill had to call an ambulance.  Bill would come in the car, as soon as he got my sister to sit with our six-year old daughter. Read the rest of this entry

Leave it in Beaver, Part II

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Since many of you have requested that I further this story, I’m going to give it a try.  I will add to it in installments, until it ends or we all get tired of it.  Here we go, and thank you all for encouraging me!

(Continued from the post “Leave it in Beaver”)

June’s apron is a little messy now, but that’s alright she won’t be needing it anymore. No more chopping or cooking, vacuuming or washing clothes. She won’t have any more reason to be mad at me for tracking dirt into the house from the garden; or for watching mean tv shows like CSI and Hill Street Blues. She wants to watch baby shows like Gilligan’s Island and Lost in Space reruns over and over while she eats chocolates one by one from the box. She always offers me one, but I know her game, she’ll snatch it away at the last second and laugh while she pops it into her mouth. Read the rest of this entry

Thanksgiving on the Farm

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(Napkin, Tonsils, Watermelon)

It was the day before Thanksgiving and the turkey rolled out of the oven.  Juice splashed everywhere but Mary caught the frisky bird and got it back into the pan.
“Turkey not done yet Mama?” Daddy called from his recliner.
“Very funny!” She hollered back, and then a few minutes later, “Okay, wash up for dinner and then everyone into the kitchen to say grace!” Mary walked through the living room, shaking Daddy’s big toe and went through the bedrooms in the back.  “Kathy, you and your fella come on out here and eat.”  As 16-yr old Kathy followed her boyfriend out of the bedroom Mary whispered in her ear. “He’s a cutie!”
Kathy blushed and walked away, hand over her eyes. “Mo-om!” Read the rest of this entry

Going to the Chapel and We’re Gonna Get Ma-a-aried

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Serendipity, Renaissance, Monique

There’s a girl sitting on my doorstep in a lovely Renaissance wedding gown, crying her eyes out, was Elise‘s first thought.  The second was that the gown was muddy and torn.  The girl’s mascara had run all down her face; her lipstick and hand prints had smudged the glass on the door of the shop.  The peculiar scene looked all the stranger for the lack of any evening traffic out front.  There was no one chasing her and no banged up car in the road.  Elise had no idea who the girl was or why she was crying.

She stood back in the shadows, watching the girl for a moment.  Long dark hair, cut in that new layered look that was so flattering these days.  Her bangs were sticking up in the front and tangled.  Large brown eyes stared at the door in front of her, not seeming to see anything at all.  There was a scrape on her elbow and you could see where she had brushed against her dress, marking it with scratches of blood and dirt.  The girl didn’t look panicked, just…despairing.  Like she’d given up on something that meant everything.  Had the groom left her at the altar?  Had she tried to chase him?  Elise stepped out of the shadows, she simply had to know. Read the rest of this entry

Pet Shop in the Mall

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Indonesia, Javanese, Woman

(Another one for the kids)

Berani slowly opened her eyes.  Someone was crawling over her, sticking their legs into her belly and sliding down her back.  She rolled away and rubbed her face, hiding her eyes.  She could smell wood shavings; it was a smell she always associated with hamsters and gerbils.  They were like captive mice to her, always behind glass and inaccessible.  Not the same smell as the rats that roamed the floors and shelves at night.  They were dark, furtive things that darted around the floor looking for food.  The ones that lived in the walls and floors.  She would like to run and chase and catch them!  It was a vague thought, sleepy-headed and unfulfilled. Read the rest of this entry

Spifflepants BittyNoggin Gets a Job

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Zombie, Pineapple, Octopus

Okay good readers, my friend’s kids wanted a story about a certain yellow, square sea sponge, and in the wish to avoid any copyright issues I did a parody of said sponge instead.   Hey, we all have lame writing days, this is MY lame, I own it, it’s Mine!   Your kids might like it though, everyone knows that grown-ups are lame! Read the rest of this entry