Giving A Sign

Back in the nineties I made a small wall hanging from Needlework and Crafts. One one side I made balloons with patchwork and embroidery. They were multi colored. On this side I embroidered the words, “I Am Happy.” On the other side rain was falling. I embroidered the words, “I Am Sad.” After completing it I hanged it in my kitchen. When I was in a good mood I displayed the “I Am Happy” sign, but when my husband quarreled with me I displayed the rain side.

When he would see the sad notice he would try to make amends and sooner or later we would be talking again the quarrel forgotten. That hanging was my announcement to him. Gradually I stopped using it. The “I Am Happy” sign kept on being displayed whether I was happy or not.

One day I realized the “I Am Sad” sign was hanging. I changed it to the other side. While returning to the kitchen I saw it was flipped again. Earlier in the day we had a minor disagreement and I had stopped talking to him. At that moment he entered the kitchen and seeing the hanging in my hands tried to hide his smile. I looked at him and started laughing. He had resorted to using my sign. I gave him a hug, forgiving him.

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Will You Be My Friend?

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I will look out for you
Constantly and always
Finding paths of happiness
Trust and faith abiding
Walking hand in hand
Will you be my friend?

I will like you for always
As a true friend who will care
Sharing my world with you
Feelings and thoughts to bare
Hearing what you say
Lighting life like a sun ray
Will you be my friend?

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Only There Are Memories

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The smell is heavenly
A lovely smell
Heart breaking and evocative
Memories well

I try to catch it
Taking deep breaths
Elusive and enticing
Is the smell

Transports me to a world
Which exists no more
The world of my childhood
I can’t enter no more

Alas! I can’t have
I want it with fervor
The gates are closed
Gone forever

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Daily Prompt Smell you later

Back To Houston

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Photo taken from the cabin

Yesterday I came back to Houston. Reaching home I saw my grand son IB still sitting at the dinning table, trying to finish his breakfast. A solitary figure, watching cartoons at the same time.It was past eleven. I made my own and sat down next to him. I was hungry. I had got up at three in the morning to come via shuttle to the airport. My son in law carried my one piece of luggage. He saw to everything and waited patiently till I got out of his sight in the waiting line to security check up.

I finished my tea. IB was still sitting trying……. I asked him,”Why don’t you finish your breakfast?” He gave me a smile and went on lethargically picking at things. I told him he was getting reduced in size by not eating. He got up from the table. He pulled his tee shirt up, bunched his flat stomach in his hands and said, “See, I am having baby fat here, I don’t feel like eating.”

Only God knows who put the crap in his head.

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Never Again

Never again I will be naive
Trusting someone with my heart
My secrets, my fantasies
My likes, dislikes

When I am let down
I feel the kick
Left to me are
The wounds to lick

I feel anger
Disillusionment
Like goes away
Never to return
Trust gets lost
And tears remain

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Everything Changes

I have come to New York for sightseeing. I am with my daughter and her family. We drove from Newark where we are currently staying. Having parked our vehicle we were walking down Times Square, suddenly a folded paper flutters down right in front of me. I pick it up. As I glance at it, the sight of the first initial of my name gives me a jolt. “S, you are going to die today.”

The blood drains from my face. Automatically I look right and left but people are passing by without a look in my direction. Ahead, my daughter is looking back at me perplexedly, as to why I am not moving. I moisten my lips and hurriedly join her. She takes my hand and asks me worriedly, “Are you okay?” I shake my head and try to smile at her through pale lips. “Yes, I am alright.”

I am thinking, “Was this paper meant for me or for someone else?” Since my initial is on it, I feel like it was meant for me. I decide not to say anything to my daughter so that she is not alarmed. I don’t want to take the fun and joy out of the day’s outing from her. Inside I am shaking with fright at the thought of dying. My life has changed in those few moments. “My end is nearer and I will be lying in a grave,” the thought is giving me chills.

The whole day passed in a blur for me. I didn’t enjoy it one bit. In my heart I was continually praying to God for His Mercy. I was asking for Forgiveness for any misdeeds I may have done. Before sleeping I hugged and kissed my daughter and asked for forgiveness from her. She was immediately alarmed and asked whether I was okay. I tried to reassure her and said, “Just in case I am no longer alive tomorrow.” She panicked and said, “No Mama, nothing is going to happen to you.” She hugged me fiercely and held me.

I went to bed convinced of an impending death, but morning comes and there I am, still alive. I give a silent prayer of thanks to my Creator. I still think to this day, that the paper must have been a death threat to a person with the same initial as myself, and whether that person is dead now.

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