He walked down the corridor to the room at the end. The door was shut and he softly knocked on it. A distant voice answered, “Just a minute.” Apartment 9 was where his Mother lived. He hadn’t seen her for almost a year as his job had sent him out of state. She didn’t know it was him at the door.
She opened the door with the chain on still and was about to ask who it was when she let out a scream. “Johnny! You’re home!” She shut the door, ripped off the chain and flung open the door. “Why didn’t you call, I would have had dinner ready for you.”
“No Mom, tomorrow is Mother’s Day so I am home to take you out to dinner.”
“You have always been so good to me Johnny. Come in and sit down. How have you been?”
“Wait a minute. We have reservations for 6 o’clock so you need to grab your coat and purse and come with me.”
“Oh, I need to change. I am not dressed for going out.”
“Mom, you look as beautiful as always.”
I hope all you Moms, want to be Moms, and Dad’s who are Moms too, have a wonderful Mother’s Day tomorrow. And a special wish to those without their Moms or children… know this is still a special day of remembrance. HAPPY Mother’s Day!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – corridor
So many things
Flood back to my mind
Each time I think of you
A song on the radio you sang to
A favorite brand of liquor to drink
A stranger holding a cigarette like you did
The slightest whiff of your cologne drifting by
All these hundreds of flashbacks
Seriously hamper my ability to move on
To forget lost chances
To regret not following you
To imagine what it would take for you to come back
Foolish thoughts of a washed-up mind
You were never mine to have
And I was a fool to ever believe I could
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hamper
She sat on the edge of the bed
A vacant look in her eyes
Looking at her granddaughter
She complimented her on her dress
The little girl stood in pants and a t-shirt
Looking very confused
This was the moment
My heart broke for her loss
Her grandma was fading away
Disconnecting with the real world
Trapped in one with illusions
Slowly she lost reality
In her world of delusion
Walking in a haze of visions
She left the house in winter
Early one morning
Likely looking for her husband
The temperatures were brutal
And she succumbed to the cold
Taken way too early in life
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vacant
“I abhor this heat! What happened to Spring? How can it be ninety degrees at the start of May?” Miriam was mumbling on about the heat, while her sister just grinned.
“You are so like Mom; she never did like the heat. You know anything can happen here. It is supposed to drop about twenty-five degrees for the high tomorrow. Just be patient or quit whining and turn on the air conditioner.” Sheila gave her sister an eyeroll and added, “It really won’t cost that much to run the air for a few hours to cool things off.”
“No, I have fans throughout the house so we can make it a few more hours and it will start to cool off outside when the front moves through the state. And then let’s hope the weather stays more seasonable.” Her sister rolled her eyes at her again.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – abhor
Vagrant… it brings to mind a certain image and that image is often times wrong. I have now known two people who, through no fault of their own, ended up homeless, transient or vagrant.
A son kicked out by his parents was left to wander the streets in search of work and a low rent apartment. It is not easy to find work when you have no address to call home.
Another person unable to work with health conditions. He wanted to move and had to travel little by little to arrive at his destination. Living in a tent city while on a housing wait list.
Both homeless, both great people that needed someone to take a chance on them. I can say both of their stories have improved. My first friend fell in love and has a wonderful family now. My second friend just got the keys to his apartment.
I don’t know why there can’t be more low-income housing or better yet, higher paying jobs. People needing to sleep on park benches and in boxes… using all their money for a waterproof tent… making sure to sleep lightly so as not to be the victim of violence. There has to be an answer. I know there are those that abuse the good of mankind and take advantage. But there are so many who just need a chance. Remember vagrants are people too.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vagrant
Ziggy Marley, ZZ Top, Zac Brown Band, (Frank) Zappa… Ziggy Stardust, Zero to Hero, Zebras and Airplanes… Zither, Zorro (musical 2008), Zombie Prom (musical 1997)… zany choices.
One music type I haven’t really talked about that I am a fan of is swing. One of my favorite songs is the song Zoot Suit Riot but Cherry Poppin’ Daddies. It is a great upbeat song. I had the pleasure of seeing Big Bad Voodoo Daddy in concert before the pandemic hit. It was also one of the many music styles my Dad would listed to, and he had a couple of BBVD CDs. Take a minute to enjoy a musical riot…
Yardbirds, Young Rascals, Yes, Yoko Ono… You’re Beautiful, You Better You Bet, Yesterday, You Belong to the City… yodel, yo (Indian flute), Yung Kin (Chinese instrument)… you pick your favorite.
I had a little bit more to work with using the letter Y. But it was easy to pick what I would write about. “You Are My Sunshine” is a song I always used to sing to my daughter both at bedtime and when she was sick. The memories that song inspires in me gives me so many emotions. I am happy to be her mom, miss the days she was little, and wish I could see her more.
I have heard many artists cover the song, but it was originally recorded in 1939, said to be written in 1937. But there is also speculation it was written and performed, but not recorded, in the early 1930s. Then Jimmie Davis bought the rights to the song and recorded it in 1940. According to Google the song has been recorded over 350 times from artists such as Ray Charles, Johnny Cash, Carly Simon and as recently as 2017 by Charles McDonald for the movie Annabelle – Creation.