Daddy

Two years ago today

I said that I loved him

Something I didn’t say enough

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Two years ago today

We saw him decline overnight

Not realizing how far

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Two years ago today

We said goodbye

Not knowing it was the last

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Two years ago today

I saw his last breath

And my heart shattered

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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

Suddenly Alone

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She had her head down

Slowly shuffling along the sidewalk

She had no idea where she was going

Only that she had to get away

Away from the memories that haunt her

She briefly looked up at the street

You could see the doleful look in her eyes

She crossed the street in the same slow shuffle

And sat at the bench on the sidewalk

With a deep sigh she fought back tears

She was beyond consoling over his death

He had been her world for fifteen years

Now in a reckless moment he was gone

She felt she would forever mourn

She sat there for hours

Alone

Until the chill of the night made her shiver

Or was it him

Showing he would always be

With her


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

We Would Never Share Chocolate

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It has been ten years

And I miss you as much now

As I did the day you left

Nearly every day that goes by

I still remember you

And wish I could be with you again

Just a moment to say I love you

To hear your laughter

To share some music

You taught me so much

And I feel I never told you thanks

What I wouldn’t give

To play parcheesi one more time

To sit next to you at a concert

To share a bar of chocolate

(That’s not right – we’d each have our own)

Often I wish there were guarantees

That I will see you again

Until my day comes

I can only hope

July 17th wasn’t the end


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

Directions Please

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It is the one place in town everyone knows.  I guess you could say it was the town landmark.  It was the old Anderson house up on the hill looking over the whole town.  It has been there since the town was formed in 1894.  The original family was Emma and William Anderson and they, like many in those days, lost young children to disease and were never the same.

Their first born was a boy, Charles, who only survived a matter of hours when he was born premature.  Then their second child, a girl named Alexandra, died from pneumonia at an age of four.  And their third and final child was a boy named John, who succumbed to tuberculosis at the age of seven.  Each death tore them apart a little bit more so that by the time John died Emma was suffering greatly from depression and was briefly in a mental asylum to try to bring her back to reality.

William dealt better with the losses than Emma but was completely lost without her while she was institutionalized.  She came home after electro-shock treatments only to find William in worse shape than she was.  So, they hired a nurse to take care of both of them in the home.  The night they both died in their sleep is now looked at with suspicious but then they just felt they died of broken hearts.  The nurse was never seen again in town and was likely the cause of their deaths.

This was why most people avoided the house that sits there still in disrepair.  They left the house to a cousin who had no interest in it and he never visited it until towards the end of his life.  He left the house to his son who still owns the property but lives in a house in town.

The stories over the years about ghosts roaming the house and grounds looking for children kept most of them away.  Anytime a driver got lost and drove through town for directions, they were always told to drive towards the house and take a right just past it.  That is county road 16 and it will take them back to the interstate.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – landmark https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/08/fowc-with-fandango-landmark/