One is to enjoy the company of my grandchildren. Secondly seeing the lovely face of the youngest one- M5. She is quite a doll. Thirdly TJ (the one boy in the family of six siblings) makes exaggerated dance moves which are funny to watch. There is the annoyance too, when he tries to squeeze M5’s forearm. She SCREAMS, while he CLAIMS she enjoys it.
M5 at the beach at New London, Hartford, Connecticut.
I share the room with three of them — TJ, M4 and M5. Nola has a compact home. Nola had not thought of moving to it initially. It was too small for her family needs. When trouble started brewing in the form of blocked plumbing in her rented home, and the owner was slow in responding, it did the trick. Nola and FJ (her husband) decided to move to their present home, which they had bought earlier for renting.
Every nook, and cranny has a bookcase crammed with books.
Even my first efforts at water colors have found a place at her walls too.
Images form, and shadows lurk
Crowding my mind to my dismay
Coherent thoughts pushed aside
Blurred images come into play
Should I ignore the whispers now loud
Drumming my head into disarray
The fog takes over, slowly spreading
Memory becomes fuzzy, the images recede
Disappearing into the fast moving mist
I stare at the person beside me
Trying to remember
Who are you? I silently ask
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
My darling younger self,
The days you are living now will soon become a distant memory. At the end of October, next year when your fifteenth birthday comes, you will have acquired a stepmom by then. Life will be harder to live. Don’t lose your sanity, and hang on to God.
Father will change. He will be loving no more. Don’t take his harshness to heart, because in the year after next he won’t be alive. These are the last years of his life. Be loving to him, and to your two younger brothers and sister. In the years to come they are going to suffer more than you ever did. I am sorry to spring this on you.
Keep away, and beware of the uncles and aunt you have. They only have their own interests at heart. Don’t be too trusting.
From the elder you.
Twenty years from now.
Are you still hanging out there? Hope life doesn’t have more surprises for you, and you haven’t lost heart.
Take care, and be alive.
From Me to You.
From You to You
Write a letter to your 14-year-old self. Tomorrow, write a letter to yourself in 20 years.
I love to see the seasons change
For seasons come, and seasons go
Each year it’s different
That’s what I know
When winters come with icy winds
Why do I long for summers again?
Turn, Turn, Turn
Seasons change so quickly! Which one do you most look forward to? Which is your least favorite?