In the Shadow……

shadow
In the shadow of the day
I sit in the quiet and pray
I pray for peace and understanding
That formidable foe unwavering
Love at a moment long lost
Of the time we shared now gone
I grieve for memories of sweet
Even those of sorrow and regret
Just to feel again the numbness now there
Your heartbeat and love we shared
The cold that sits on the glass
Of bubbles from wine gone flat
Where you laughed at me and my silly hat
With the dawn shining at my back
You wanted a photo to remember me by
I said I wasn’t going to let you try
Pictures only capture a moment
Of time that is deceptive
Since it could have and probably did
Change on a dime and then was lost
Where or where have you gone my sweet
Come back come back I miss you
‘Til again we meet….

What we do not get…

Courtney Wright:

This is a beautiful heart warming video about the human condition… it what we get in return for kindness! :-)

Originally posted on Idiot Writing:

The most beautiful thing I have watched in a while…
Enjoy. If you have seen it – watch again.

THIS is the HUMANITY we wish for – how we should see each other – what we should strive for. 

More words will spoil it…

~IW~

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It’s My Birthday and I’ll cry if I want to…

It's my birthday
Birthdays are difficult for some people. ME? My 30th birthday was awful. I found my first 2 gray hairs a week before. (I KNOW! Stupid! Why was I looking???) Although we did celebrate by going to a Kinks concert so it wasn’t that bad!

My 40th was GREAT! I took some close friends to Nashville on a Limo bus and we had an awesome time! But my 45th? Well….the world was coming to an end and I was having a nervous breakdown. But that was the year my daughter went away to school, I sold the businesses I had poured my heart and soul into and I didn’t like my husband AT ALL!! Well, he didn’t like me either so it was a mutual agreement. We are still together though and doing great now but it has been a long struggle. Anyone who knows me very well knows the story…. I also decided I needed to get a lap dog (in addition to the two English Springers we already had)! HA! I still tell people I don’t know what I was smoking! LOL! Pookie is a Yorkie and we can’t imagine our life without him! :-)

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Last year my 50th rolled around and everyone kept asking me what I was going to do. Hubby took the entire week off and we went on a trip so we could spend some time together and I could be with my best friend for a few days. It was perfect for me. I thought about getting a tattoo but I couldn’t figure out what to get, where to put it and in the end I completely chickened out because I am a complete woos when it comes to pain! I have seen some beautiful ink on people but I just don’t understand how they can sit still for it!

This year I decided I wanted a party. It was awesome fun and we had it at a local winery. As it turns out, I have several friends who are all Leos and share the same birthday or in close proximity so we all decided to have an impromptu get together (well sort of) we HAD planned it for several months. There was good wine, good food and good friends! I can’t think of a better way to spend the 22nd anniversary of my 29th birthday!! Although, there were a few missing who do not live close by and I miss them TERRIBLY!! You know who you are! I misses you a whole lot!! Hence the tears…. :-(

I love my friends and family and I feel so very, very, very blessed to have you in my life! Thank you for making my birthday weekend special! :-)

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Courtney Wright:

THIS my friends is a book published by my dear friend Julie Kolb! It is on Kindle/Amazon as an eBook and a sweet one written for her grand daughter! Please take a look…you’ll be glad you did! :-)

Originally posted on by julie kolb:

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Snowball is the title of my first book.  Snowball is a children’s easy reader, first chapter book.  My best illustrations are included.

It was written for my granddaughter. It is a very late birthday present.  (Available as an ebook Kindle edition on Amazon now.) Two years in the making.

My childhood friend Lisa stuck with me through many re-writes. After all the mud-pies we made as children, I shouldn’t be surprised she stuck with me from beginning to end. Thank you, Lisa.

I was inspired by my granddaughter, not just the story idea, but also in what type of book and what it was to become.  You see, she is sweet, smart, and a big help.  She likes to understand things.

I wanted to not just write her a little story, but also something helpful.  That is where the idea for an early reader chapter book came to mind.  Reading…

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The Irish Wedding

irish goblets
Green and Black
Purple and Gold
The day of promise
A vow is told

The Groom in kilts
A Bride in white
The aisle they walked
A stunning site

Irish maid past
Now given to share
The Man of her dreams
A life declared

They blessed the claddaghs
And gave their heart
To say forever
Til death we part

The cake is cut
And glasses raised
The toast of joy
Their loved ones praised

They danced a jig
And played a tune
Then drank to love
The month of June

An Angel Watching Over……

Copywright-Alastair Forbes

Copywright-Alastair Forbes

The dampness of the day left a sheen of moisture on his upper lip as he walked beside the brook. He scanned the bank, picking up stones of all shapes and sizes. He was looking for something unusual to put in his fish tank at home. A burlap sack with a rope pulled through the top of it for a make shift strap hung from his shoulder. It was there to put the larger stones in. The smaller ones he dropped into the side pockets of his cargo pants which were rolled up to his knees.

It was quiet here. There were no other human sounds. Only the birds chirping, squirrels, rustling leaves, wind and running water. The sun glistened off of the surface of the stream and reflected up onto his face warming his thoughts with peace. He marveled at the beauty.

Here, he was alone. No phones, computers, alarms, buzzers, honking horns, traffic noise or voices! They were distant thoughts that tickled the back of the brain. Gone….but not forgotten. This was where he went to disregard the world for just a little while. He would recharge his batteries, then go back to the house.

Then he heard an unusual sound of rustling which made him look up toward the tops of the trees. Not that he was frightened, just curious because he had heard that before but never here. It sounded like… wings?

“Who’s there?” he whispered not wanting to scare away whatever it was. Now the noise was behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he turned around, trying to find the sound. Suddenly he lost his footing and fell into the water hitting his head as he landed.

The last thing he remembered was the splash. He tried to sit up but a light was blinding him. He covered his face with the back of his hand. Then gradually, the brightness faded along with the ache in his head as he lowered his arm to the ground. Leaning up on one elbow he looked around and realized he was not in the water but lying beside the bank with his burlap sack of stones beside him. His clothes and hair were wet. “What happened?” he said aloud. Was there someone there? He slowly sat up and saw a single white feather float to the ground and come to a soft landing next to him. “Now where did that come from?”

The Remains of the Day…

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Excuse me ma’am, we’re going to have to see inside your carry-on.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, there appears to be something in a container we cannot identify.”

“I understand, but do we have to do that here… in the open? “

“I’m sorry. I’ll be as discreet as possible, but I need to look in your bag. Can you step over here with me please?”

“Michael, take your sister to the gate, I’ll be right there.”

“It is their father, we are taking him home.”

“I’m sorry for your loss ma’am.” The agent said softly as he gently closed the box.

This was written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you would like to play along, please follow the prompt below and give it a try!!

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