Wow! I was on a writing spree today! I love the challenges and writing prompts. I love writing for them and I love reading all of the creative output that is posted daily. Blogging has brought me so much joy!
I am thinking about writing some non-fiction for children. Not sure what age yet. I think there are a lot of topics that can be highlighted and written about. For example, homelessness. Unfortunately, the children who have experienced homelessness know what it is. Some of the other children may have heard of it. Some children don’t know what it means and some will never have to worry. I have worked with children who go home to not one single food item in their homes. I have worked with children who cannot bath because the cold water is just too cold for bathing in the winter. Electricity is not given away for free. Oil only keeps some of us warm. I am so thankful for my life and despite the losses I have dealt with, I have to say my life is pretty good. Would they be better if I still had my husband of 22 years or my 19 year old son, YES! But, God has chosen this for me for a reason. I just wish I knew what it was! Lol!
I’m watching the Democratic Debate. No, I am not going into politics in my blog. My one observation is that these people are just fighting with each other like little children. Don’t they know how silly it sounds? Hopefully all of the impressionable children are in bed.
I was reading a lot today and I was reading about Tibet. The one thing I want in life, besides a peaceful life for my daughter and others I love, is to travel. I don’t need the Hilton resorts or first-class airline tickets. I just want to see other countries and their beauty. I see pictures from countries in Europe and Asia, many islands, and other faraway places and I could cry out with my desire to see these places.
Peace to you all! Thank you for reading. I am in my happy place here and that means a lot to me.
When Jeremy was born, not only the nurses but the doctor remarked in the chart that he was suspected of having a condition called, hirsutism, which is a medical term for very hairy. At birth his “fur” was a fine blond fluff, but by the time he was a year old, Jeremy looked more like a bear cub than a human infant.
None of the other mothers in the neighborhood wanted their babies to have playtime with Jeremy, as they thought he looked, in their term, “wild.” But Jeremy was anything but wild. His gentle nature made him beloved by his parents, siblings, and extended family.
When Jeremy started school, the teasing began. He couldn’t walk down the hall without another student howling, growling, or scowling at him. Jeremy’s gentle nature and wise spirit were somewhat confused and a little disappointed. Even the children who…
This is the first time I am doing this contest. I have never heard of Little Willie until today. It is hilarious! I may or may not be following the directions correctly by putting this on my blog right now, but I think it is okay. I think this is fun so I do have more than one…Someone opened up a can of worms with me…or is it Pandora’s Box? Now, let me also say that if I have done this completely wrong then…oh well, I had fun!
Little Willie Poems
Little Willie liked to jump And usually landed on his rump This time he landed on his head Poor Little Willie is surely dead.
Little Willie is a gem His mama took his pants to hem the needle fell into his eye Now he’s blind and cannot cry.
Can you see him, Little Willie? Isn’t he acting silly? He was bad and he did drugs Now he owes his life to thugs.
In the kitchen pots are hot Little Willie thinks its not Now his skin is burned and charred Little Willie is forever scarred.
Little Willie isn’t nice Turning things into ice. He put himself in the chest Now he is frozen to death.
“Well here we go again. Another day, sitting here alone. Where’d he go anyways? I’m not sure why he won’t bring me. Maybe he thinks I’ll be happier laying here on his bed until he gets home. All I know is that this is bor-oring! He’s lucky I don’t get mad. Oh, I would like to get mad, but how do you look at that little guys face and stay angry?”
“Mommy, can I bring Teddy to school today?”
“No Stevie, Teddy has to stay home. He likes laying on your bed waiting for you.”
“Mommy! He’s gonna get lonely!”
“Now, now. Don’t you worry. He’s only a stuffed bear anyways. Stuffed bears don’t really have feelings like people do. They just make us feel better.”
“Teddy does too have feelings! He hates staying home! He’s gonna be mad at me tonight! Then you’ll see! Then you’ll let me bring him to school.”
Slowly, Sybil collapsed into the chair. The tea, made for two, would now be wasted. The flowers, shredded to pieces like her heart. All she could do is sit and stare at the brown liquid in front of her, wondering what she would do next. She was lost without him. He was her life.
“What happened? I don’t understand?” She spoke to him as if he were standing in front of her. There was no answer. He was gone.
She couldn’t weep, couldn’t laugh, couldn’t be angry. She sat, still, empty, alone.
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