Big Sis

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The soothing sound of a radio in the distance was playing a Roger Miller tune.  “England swings like a pendulum do, bobbies on bicycles two by two…”  The shadows were growing as dusk appeared in the sky.  She laid on the couch with a blanket over her legs.  Someone knocked on the door.  They knocked again.  You could hear muffled noises outside the door as the person fished their keys out of their pocket.  The door slowly creaked open and let the last of the fading sunlight in putting a little color back on the woman’s too pale cheeks.  “Alright sis,” the man said.  “It is time to be awake and get your groceries.”

There was no response though.  The woman was still and silent.  Too still.  The man walked over to her and touched her hand immediately gasping.  He knelt down and frantically tried to find a pulse.  It was too late.  His sister had passed away in her sleep several hours before he got there.  He slowly walked to the phone and called the police as a tear ran down his cheek.


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

A Pretty Little Dress

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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

(A2Z) It Could Have Been Engelbert

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England Dan and John Ford Coley, Eric Clapton, Exile and the Eagles… “Every Breath You Take,” “Every Time You Go Away,” “Elvira,” and “Everyday People” … earphones, encore, ensemble, eight-track… each one an exceptional choice.

Where were you on August 16th in 1977?  I realized some of you younger readers were not even a twinkle in your parent’s eyes yet.  But it is one of a handful of days I will never forget.  My friend from across the street was over and we were listening to the radio and heard a news break.  Elvis Presley was dead at the age of 42.

My friend and I flew downstairs to see if it was true.  My mom was a fan and had the news on TV about it.  My friend took off back home as her mom was a big fan and she knew it would be rough news for her.  I sat with my mom for quite a while with the news trying to figure out what was going on.

The most tragic thing about his death, was the fact someone could have stopped it if only they had forced the issue.  He was given so much more in prescriptions than he should have been.  He had a room full of yes people to give him anything he wanted and sadly no one thought this was bad. It was an enormous loss for the music industry.

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Daddy

Two years ago today

I said that I loved him

Something I didn’t say enough

*

Two years ago today

We saw him decline overnight

Not realizing how far

*

Two years ago today

We said goodbye

Not knowing it was the last

*

Two years ago today

I saw his last breath

And my heart shattered

***

I remember the service

As something surreal

So many memories

So many people

But mostly

I was missing him


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

(Photo of flowers at my Dad’s memorial service)

He Did Serve

I pick up the brass captain bars

That used to grace your uniform

And remember attaching them

To a fresh uniform for you at night

I grew up thinking you hung the moon

Now as I hold these pins

And think back to the past

I am missing you so much

And long for those innocent days again

Before you were sick and taken from me

A captain for many years

As far back as I can remember

You served this town well

Still so hard to accept you’re gone


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

Never At Rest

I still see her body

Lifeless in the chair

It was so surreal

Just sitting and talking

Like there wasn’t

A dead body in the room

To say I was uneasy

Is an understatement

But I didn’t know better

To leave the room

When they came to take her

I thought they were not

Gentle enough

When they moved her

She was my mom still

I knew she couldn’t feel

But I watched and wanted

To protect her body

Like she had protected me for years

When they zipped the bag

I turned away

It was final

And I have to see that image

Played over and over

Especially around the holidays

When I miss her most

Her body was laid to rest

But my memories never will be


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

Setting Records

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The numbers flash by

Record highs again

This is no heat wave

It is a wave of disease

And it is relentless

Too many have succumbed

To the corona virus

Someone should take charge

Show some leadership

And direct us to

A healthy place again

Where families can gather

Friends can meet

And strangers will

Still shake your hand

Bring back humanity

Before we die in solitude


I am so tired of this illness controlling our lives… but that is the bottom line it IS our very lives. I live in a hot spot… a title I never thought I would see in the state of Iowa. We have between 1000 to 3000 new cases every day. Deaths have been hitting record numbers lately. I think the highest was 70 in one day. There is a LOT of rural area in Iowa, it is a farming state. Why are the numbers so high? I don’t understand it. Of course if we had been giving a little assistance, a guiding light from a leader… instead we got insults to China and comparisons to the flu. I see a little light around the corner with the vaccines on the horizon. Please WEAR YOUR MASKS and be safe. Sadly it is not over yet. (Socially distanced) (((HUGS)))

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

I Hate the Disease, Not the Man

You did it again

Made me feel

Less than three inches tall

Your allegations

Your venomous words

Only caught you back in the same old lie

You promised

You said so

But it was all empty words again

I fell for it

I was suckered again

And you still got your vodka for the night

But in the end

The lies too much

Drove me away and you to death

The empty bottle

Lays by the bed

As the mortician removed your body


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

(photo from Google images)

Goodbye

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So much pain this year

Today I did hear

Someone so close to me

Met her final destiny

Her heart grew ill

And she lost her will

Now I am forever lost

And at what a cost

It is not sublime

Being stuck in time

Longing for yesterday

And a chance to say

I love you “sis”

You will be missed


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

Please Don’t

Quiet please

Don’t do that

I don’t want you

To imitate him

He was a good man

Who was deeply troubled

And no matter what

I went through

All those years

I still loved him

And wish somehow

I could have saved him

So please don’t

Make light of his pain

Stop trying to be him

He was a one of a kind


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