The Let Down

She just broke down into tears.  It was just moments after her hand slipped and dropped the vase of roses.  It wasn’t the spilled water on the floor, the broken stems or the cracked vase that got to her.  It was the fact that they had been his roses from the funeral.  She had once more done something to let him down.  She would never be the perfect child now and her heart was tired from years of trying without success.  She lost herself in tears of regret and disappointment.  She sobbed thinking he died not knowing she loved him.


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


The Long Road Home

I was tired.  My days had been long and my nights way too short.  Driving down the road I was fighting fatigue brought on by the hypnotic view of the white lines on the road.  This was a trip I was dreading.  I had heard from a cousin that my grandma was in very poor health.  This may be my last time to see her and I was determined to make this trip even though I was sleep deprived.

I turned the radio up and began to whistle along with the song that was on.  Well, I say whistle, but the truth is I was only making noise – I’m not very good at whistling. But the music was helping me to stay awake.

My thoughts turned to the reason for this trip, my grandma.  She had been such a big part of my youth spending about half of my summer vacation with her and grandpa every year.  Grandpa had passed six years earlier and Grandma had gone down-hill ever since.  My family was actually surprised she had lasted so long after his death.  They had been together since their mid-teens and pretty much inseparable.  They worked together to build their own house from the basement up.  They owned their own business; he was the worker and she the bookkeeper.  There were not many hours that they were apart.

I passed a sign that told me it was only a mile to the next rest area.  I had to stop and get some caffeine to keep me awake.  I pulled into the parking space as my phone rang.  Putting the car into park I answered the call.  It was my cousin and my grandma had just passed away.  I guess she couldn’t wait any longer.  The trip would now be for a funeral instead of a visit.  I was hurting that I didn’t get to see her, but glad she was finally at peace.  As I walked to the rest area the tears began to form.


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

So Cold

The corpse was on display

For everyone to see

To say their goodbyes

I was maybe 12 years old

And there lay my great grandma

I was terrified

Not sure of what to do

Then my grandma took my hand

And put it on the cold hand in the casket

I was mortified


Sure everyone was watching me

Is this what everyone did

I wanted to wash my hand

That wasn’t my great grandma

My great grandma always smiled

We sat and watched others

There was a sermon I don’t remember

Because I watched it so it wouldn’t move

Then they took it away, down the aisle

I don’t remember much else

But I still feel the cold

Instead of her always warm hand

Still see that sour sad face

That used to grin

That corpse was not my great grandma

But I will never forget it


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


I wear a chain around my neck

To remind me of what was

It’s not like I could ever forget

But I feel this keeps you close

You left this world too young

And all I have left of you

Is the ring I gave you with my I do

All those years ago

So if I reach up to my chain

And hold that golden band

It is my way of saying I miss you

And forever always will


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

Shifting Gears

We haven’t gone forward in months

We are stuck in neutral

Same old things day after day

A part of me wants to go in reverse

At least then I knew where I stood

I knew I was in second place

But to go back now is impossible

You left me alone forever

So here I sit stuck in park

With the engine growing colder


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

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


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