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Pursue

Holding onto fork I pursue, and chase

Attempting within the space

Can’t catch with all my efforts 

My endeavor is in vain

The last piece of pineapple 

On my plate it’s likely to remain

(Sheen-May2017)


DAILY PROMPT

Pursue

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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190 Days Later

Daily Prompt: back on January 21st we asked you to predict what day # 211 would be like. Well July 30th is that day — have your predictions held up so far? Is this year turning out to be as you’d expected?

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On January 21st I wrote “Will They Come True?”

It was about my hopes. Disappointment faced me ahead.

I didn’t predict.

What future holds, can’t predict anything

How will it be when it comes

I take each moment as it sashays

Into the future no one fathoms
(Sheen)

I was late in getting up today. I took a notebook with me downstairs. I was hoping to write my post plus having my breakfast.

What was in store for me?

IB (my grandson) was watching “The fox and the hound”. All thoughts of a post were forgotten. It was the moment where the hunter lights up a fire at one end, and at the other end is the hound.

IB didn’t leave my side. He kept talking as I washed the plates and cutlery, and stacked them into the dishwasher. We went outside to water the tomatoes, Jalapeños and strawberries. IB was watering with his water gun. He wanted to show me how to rain. He squirted up making me drench with water from head to toe.

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IB

We came inside. I was in a hurry to finish my chore, but he kept insisting on playing his Survival Game with me. Probably he thinks someday in the future his Dado would need to know how to survive.

He was bent on making me eat a crow again. I repeated what I had told him earlier that it wasn’t halal. He opted for a duck, but finally caught a fish instead. He made sure (not letting me do anything) that I was looking at his endeavors as he cooked the fish for us to eat.

I have finally escaped. How?

His mom took him with her for a drive to the shops.

See you can’t plan one moment ahead!

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190 Days Later