The Forgotten Words

page after page
we read the words;
copious amounts of writing-
filled with caring
and lots of humor.
he would write each year
at vacation time
and put the words away.
we found them again
in a long forgotten drawer,
dusted them off
and reread the work
of the poet
that could have been.


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

Mumbles … noble

“Tears are the noble language of the eye.” – Robert Herrick

I sit here in the dark with tears welling in my eyes… I fight to keep them from falling.  I miss the time I was spending with my Dad no matter how hard it was seeing him in decline.  In one week we will have our gathering/visitation to remember him. I am already dealing with anxiety over being in a room with so many people OR being disappointed by how few show up.  I remember back to his retirement party and the room it was held in was full, with people standing outside in the hall to hear the festivities.

I am slowly still going through posts while daily remembering people we forgot to contact.  I let two more people know today and thought of one more to contact tomorrow.  I am trying to go about a normal day as possible but it just isn’t easy.  As you can see I am not really writing about noble I am just writing.  I am so far behind and know as we clean out Dad’s house there will be more chronic fatigue to deal with.  So I say it again… I will get to your posts as soon as I can.  I keep trying to move forward.  Some days are easier than others, and this has been a hard night.  Doing something I normally did for Dad was to pick up things at Walmart… tonight when I went there it hit me that those trips for Dad are done.  Just kind of took the wind out of my sails.

I will stop with my babbling fingertips now.  My eyes have gone from filled with tears to struggling to stay open.  Thanks for putting up with me straggling behind the daily posts and reading.  Good night!


Written for (my peace of mind and) Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – noble

A Diamond In The Rough

grayscale photo of window
Photo by Simon Matzinger on

the door creaked open
dust covered the floors
he left footprints as he entered
plaster lay crumbled on the floor
sunlight streaked through broken shutters
years of decay spoiled the house
but under the tarnish and cobwebs
he saw hopes for renewal
like an old coin or gem
only needing to be polished
it’s worth was underneath
in hard wood floors
a grand staircase
and a stained glass bay window
only pieces of the future
he saw shining through
he rolled up his sleeves
and picked up a broom


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

Under The Weather

the noise came from deep in her chest
a rattling cough that burned her lungs
she lay in bed with fever’s sweat
shivering under her layers of covers
body aching in every joint and muscle
sinuses pressing back in pain
the flu was ravaging her body
making it nearly impossible to breathe
suddenly she sneezed
her whole body shaking
followed by another
feeling like ripping tissue in her throat
like it was made of paper, not flesh
three days were like this before her fever broke
she awoke from sleep that was finally peaceful
and mumbled under her breath
“next year I get a flu shot.”


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