Cherub (an acrostic poem)

Can’t believe you’ve been gone this many years my little girl

Heaven is much richer for you

Every day I feel that empty spot in my heart

Realizing you are still there, just that I can’t physically hold you

Until I get to hear you laugh again as you fly

Because of your angel wings

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Marked (an acrostic poem)

Mancini didn’t like going to school

At least that’s what he told his parents

Reality was he loved school

Kind of didn’t make sense till you knew why

Everyone made fun of his scent

Despite how much his dog loved leaving it

 

 

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Defy (an acrostic poem)

Don’t let the world label you, become your own definition

Empower your own voice and speak up for your causes

Fortify your spirit of resolve and push on through

You might not know who you are yet, but you are still the expert on you

Checkmate (an acrostic poem)

Calculating the best move

He pointed his wingman to move in

Everything seemed perfect about her

Cascading red hair framing her heavenly pale face

Knowing her friend was fully engaged by his man, it was now show time

Moving in for the kill he broke out his fifty million dollar smile

Asking her what was her drink of choice

Too bad she pointed out she was the designated driver

Even though she held a gin and tonic in her hand

Snow Day (a 100 word snippet)

We home school our kids.  When people find out, they occasionally point out reasons why that’s a bad idea.  They worry about our kids being properly socialized.  They worry that our kids will have holes in their education.  They worry that our kids are getting out of some pieces of childhood that are integral to becoming functional adults.

My kids found out the true negative to being home schooled.  They are currently learning at the dining room table while their public schooled compatriots enjoy a day off.  Time for me to break out a bottle of wine and enjoy the misery.

Addict (an acrostic poem)

Always wanting some more

Doing whatever it takes to recapture that feeling

Doesn’t last nearly long enough anymore

Instead life crashes in, bringing the darkness and sickness

Causing me to doubt I can survive this trip

Till I take my next fix, but it never cures my brokeness

Crying

Small drops of water landed on the parched brown soil, darkening it to a life giving brown black.  Cheryl could almost see the small violet rooted in that soil quiver as the life giving moisture rained slowly down around the withered plant.

To Cheryl, each tear felt like a little bit of her soul escaping into the universe.  Larry had been gone for only three days, but they were the longest three days of her life.  Larry would have scolded her that she had squandered those days mourning.  Seize the day had been his motto.  Now the only thing seizing was her heart after each beat, waiting to determine if she was going to follow him to the other side.  Even there she was failing.

Yet here she was giving life to the last plant Larry had in his apartment.  Larry was a lot of awesome things, but having a green thumb was not one of them.  The poor thing almost beat Larry to the punch.  Now this was what his physical legacy was to her.  Tucking it inside her purse carefully, Cheryl left Larry’s apartment one last time.  The plant needed a better water source, and she needed to seize the day.