My Dad

He was larger than life

He was the law at home

And the law in the streets

He gave long hours

To serve and protect

He gave homework help and advice

To help me grow with love

He could program a computer

And write like a poet

As I continue to mourn his loss

I pay tribute to the great man he was

He was nothing short of my hero


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tribute

The Wrong Way

The way you laugh –

It makes the world seem kinder.

The way you take time for me –

Makes me feel important.

The way you look at me –

It makes me feel beautiful.

But the way I feel

Leaves me scared…

I think you could make me do

Things I know are wrong.

With just a simple word from you

I would fall into your arms,

Leaving the past behind.

…that thought leaves me petrified.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – petrified

Give Me Your Reasons

The reason you did it

Often baffles me…


If you didn’t  want to

Speak to me

Why did you start the conversation?

If you didn’t want to

Help me out

Why did you offer your hand?

If you didn’t want to

Touch me

Why did you stand so close?

If you didn’t want to

Be my friend

Why were you so kind?

If you didn’t want to

Be loved

Why did you climb so deep into my heart?

If you didn’t want to

Hurt me

Why did you do everything but love me?


What was your reasoning;

Will you ever tell me why…


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – reason

Missed Chances

He stood in the corner

Speaking to a young woman

About what I didn’t know

I tried not to stare

But his looks

Piqued my curiosity

Something about his smile

And the way he was laughing

I was drawn to him

And all night I hoped

We would meet

When he left

Without an introduction

I felt I missed my chance

But we can’t always

Get what we want


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pique


Your car sits

In the garage

Gathering dust

I can’t drive it

It holds too many

Memories of yesterday

Of when you were with me

When we were a family

When there was love

Now you’re gone

And it is such a tragedy

Struck down too young

By poisoning yourself

Day by day

Bottle by bottle

Drink by drink


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – garage

Mumbles … Whitewash

Getting ready to write for whitewash I searched the word definition for some inspiration and found out something I didn’t know.  Growing up anytime we played a game (typically cribbage) where someone walked away with a win, we always said the person skunked the loser, especially if their score was zero.  We applied it to all walk away wins, but that is also apparently an informal definition of a whitewash.

So, as I get ready to clean and repair my Dad’s house, I may have to think of whitewashing the walls; that is after we clean off years of nicotine stains.  But there is nothing about Dad’s past that will need to be whitewashed or covered up.  And I will always remember the fun games we used to play fondly; even the ones where he whitewashed me.

That about covers everything… a real whitewash write.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – whitewash

Rah, Rah, Rah!

The girls huddled near the bleachers not wanting to remove their sweat suits, but this was a home game and the coach told them if they kept moving, they would be warm.  So, the sweat suits went on the bench and the girls went into their first cheer.

The crowd was less than enthusiastic as the girls jumped and yelled, clapping right into the next cheer without missing a beat.  The coach sat stoic on the bench watching them, inwardly shaming the crowd for not noticing the spirit her girls had.

The team took the football field and the crowd showed signs of life.  The cheerleaders were getting the crowd more into the game with some participation cheers.  By half-time the team was behind, but only by four points.

As the band entertained the crowd the girls had rushed into their sweat suits for some warmth.  The coach said, “You have all done really well.  Now for the second half I want to see more pyramids and use the megaphone.  The crowd is really getting loud now that we are so close in points.”

The teams returned to the field and the girls reluctantly shed the layer of warmth once again.  Bridget picked up the megaphone and began the next cheer.  The girls then moved towards each other to form a human pyramid.  The crowd cheered for them.  Donna was on top and she jumped down into the arms of Mary and Nancy.  Another round of applause and cheers from the crowd.  Just then an audible gasp came from the crowd.

More cheers and yells shouted by the crowd that was not for the cheerleaders as they disassembled their pyramid.  The Knights were on the run and the Cubs were only 6 yards away from a touchdown that would take the lead.  The girls began to cheer, “Move that ball, move that ball!”  The team snapped the ball and faked a hand-off.  The quarterback drew back for a pass and it sailed right into the receiver’s hands.  “Touchdown! Touchdown!  Touchdown!” Bridget shouted through the megaphone as the other girls jumped and did the splits in mid-air.

The clock wound down and the girls kept the crowd cheering.  The Cubs won the game and the girls all rushed back into their sweat suits glad this cold night ended on a happy note.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – megaphone

Matching Budget

The couple walked into the little thrift shop.  Glancing around the shop they saw it was an eclectic array of furnishings and décor, just what they needed for their new apartment.  Mary said, “There are so many things to choose from.  But none of it will match.”

Randy shook his head and replied, “We don’t have to match.  We just need to stay in budget.”

Mary looked at the price tag on a lamp and said, “Well, how about close to budget?”

Randy grinned and said, “Close might work,” as he picked up an old bowling trophy.

Mary rolled her eyes and said, “We may have to put down some ground rules in what we get.”

“You’re right.  We both have to look at it for a lot of years to come, so we should agree on what we get.”

“Let’s start with the big stuff and work our way down to the little knick-knacks.”


…I started working on this earlier today and just find myself stuck with no direction to take it.  I had setting and characters, but nothing in mind other than shopping for a new apartment.  So I am just going to let it sit there.  This of course was written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – eclectic