A poem to honor those who have died from the Corona virus and a prayer for strength

I found this perfectly beautiful. Thank you Carol for this prayer.


To rise again tomorrow

I blocked my ears, so as not to hear the bells toll on and on

And covered my eyes so as not to see

The long, long procession

of army jeeps and freezer trucks

Carrying precious cargo

No graveside prayers, no “dust to dust”

As contagion cancelled all tradition

No floral bouquets, no wreaths of green

Or hymns sang loud and clearly

No eulogy, no words at all

Save those whispered in anguished voice imprisoned

By grieving souls in isolation

So, bless these bodies, God, we pray

And bring us consolation

For loved ones gone

For those left behind

Who grieve without help or closure

It’s been one hundred years or more

Since our world’s seen such calamity

Or felt so deeply forsaken

We need you now, more than ever, Lord

Please hasten to our aid

Please dry these bitter tears

And If I may prevail…

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #91: transported


We Win!

If I could be transported 

To any time or place 

I’d go back to the first day 

I got to see your face.  

I remember it so clearly 

Even though you turned away 

You didn’t really know 

You’d meet me on that day.  

We’ve always stayed together 

Through thickness and through thin 

We get along so perfectly 

It’s like we always win! 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry



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Jack’s Story

Jack sat down at the table and pulled the bench closer so he could rest his head on the table. He crossed his arms and laid his head down, hoping his hands didn’t decide to go numb, forcing him to sit back up. It had been a hard day for Jack. He woke at five, did the household chores, went outside and tended to his animals, and finished any laundry that had accumulated this past week. He hated chores as much as he hated animals and laundry. He didn’t know why his late wife had insisted they move here and get animals. He would have been just as happy in the city. But since her passing last year, Jack had come to a regular routine, without anyone to argue with about it.  

With his head on his hands, Jack sobbed. He missed Betsy and wondered why God had taken her so soon. As the tears rolled down his face and across his hands, he could smell the sulfur from the matches used to light his candle last night. Betsy had loved fires and candles. Just one more thing to keep him crying.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Thursday Photo Prompt: Bells #writephoto

Hosted by Sue Vincent: https://scvincent.com/2020/04/09/thursday-photo-prompt-bells-writephoto/

Sweet Scent of Bells

I made my sticks a teepee 
and hoped that they would stay 
I wanted to enjoy the bells 
in case they went away. 

I sat amongst the flowers 
like living in a dream 
the fragrance was as soft as silk 
and smelling like a cream. 

I found myself reliving 
my joyful days of past 
hoping that this sweetness 
was always going to last.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Blogging A to Z April Challenge: H 04/09/2020

Help – what can you help teach? 

This blog goes to both parents and children!

Teaching others is not just for the adults. There are a lot of things that kids can teach us, we just need to know what to ask. I know many people are reading this and thinking I am one of those people who think that “children are little people, equal to adults”. Well, NOPE! I think that the idea that children are on the same level as adults is setting them up for a big kick in the ass! Seriously, if you tell your child they are more important and more like an adult than anyone else, you will be the only one and they will be devastated. I’m not saying you shouldn’t tell your kids how important they are TO YOU. That goes without saying, but hyping them up to be superhuman is just going to be a big let-down for them in the future.

Now that many children are home participating in online learning or some sort of distance learning, it might be hard to help without them saying, “I know what to do!” If you want to be sure, ask them to teach you! I don’t mean to tell them, “Well, if you know then tell me!” I mean “Hey, you know a lot about that. Want to teach me a little bit too?” Empower your learners! This not only boosts self-confidence it also helps reinforce learning because they are telling it back to you.

On the other hand, if a child does need help, don’t be like one of the teachers with the big, red pen! I laugh when I say this because if any of my former students saw this they would tell me I’m a hypocrite. I always used a red pen. Not because red is bad, but because you can see it on their papers! Anyhow, walk kids through what they need to learn and then let it sink in, let them tell you that they think they’ve got it. Also, encourage them to tell you that they don’t understand. Finally, when a child does their work for school, don’t make sure it is 100% correct before they send it back to their teacher every time. I used to tell my parents and students that a teacher also needs to know what kids are NOT understanding so they can teach it further. If you are telling your child, this is wrong, fix that, that is wrong…you are pointing out errors that isn’t teaching them why or what to do differently. Again, I am not saying to have your students hand in crappy work. If the effort wasn’t there, then yes, redo, but if they put all their effort in and they are proud, let them hand their work in AS IS. Telling a kid how much they don’t do right is the same as telling them how much they are doing wrong!

Sharing learning is one of the best strategies for understanding.

A funny story: My daughter, who is now 21, used to make notecards for every test she ever had. This was through middle and high school. The way that she studied was she made me play student and she played teacher. She would quiz me on the work and until I got it all right, we went through the pile of cards over and over. By her telling me and reading it, and then hearing me, she learned what she needed and practically had straight A’s! Now, can I still remember every bone in the body or every capital of every US state, well no, but she probably does!