Little Witch – Thankful Thursday

Today, a very long time ago, a little witch was born. Some day she would marry a scruffy guy that fell in love with her eyes and the little baby that she had prior to even knowing the scruffy guy was alive. The scruffy guy had his work cut out for him, but he loved the little witch and her little boy and wanted to make them his own family.

Eventually, he succeeded and the not-so-little witch gained a scruffy husband and father for her little boy. They had two darling girls as well.

Today, I am grateful for my favorite aunt because I spent a good portion of my childhood convinced that she was a real live witch. I don’t know how my uncle convinced her to marry him, but I’m glad he did, because she is probably the coolest aunt I have ever had.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (Will update link when able.)

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She Was My Aunt

I had not seen her in years

Her hair was gray

Though it had always been that way

At least to me

You see

Her face was lined and aged

Her glasses long gone away

Her eye sight remained true

And she still knew

Who she was talking to

But now she’s gone

Though not alone

She’s preceded by others she loves

And now she’ll be born away

Upon the wings of doves

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My aunt passed away August 1, 2015 in the late afternoon, though we did not hear of it until the following Sunday. She’s my mother’s only sister and though they had not been close for a number of years, we had started visiting with her more in the last few years when my cousin Rebecca died. Mom was able to visit her sister one last time before she passed.

No matter what has happened in the past, she was my aunt.

Push Her Away – SoC

“Stay back!”

“I just want to he-”

“I said don’t touch me!” the woman was hysterical when they reached them, flinging herself back from the child in front of her with a full body lunge that ended with her on her back.

She winced, evidence that she was injured showing as red started to spread through her shirt, dark though it was.

They had been startled by the sudden appearance of the woman and the child, but that was broken when the child let loose a sob, but didn’t step towards the fallen woman once more.

It wouldn’t be until much later that they would discover the reason the woman hadn’t wanted the child, her niece, to touch her. Apparently the child could heal by taking on the wounds of those she was touching. The slash all along the woman’s front would have killed her before the child’s quick healing would be able to take care of it for her.

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This snippet is brought to you by the Stream of Consciousness prompt for this weekend, which was given by one of the lovely December substitutes over at lindeaghill.

Werewolf’s Clothing

To tell the truth, I don’t how you do it.

All ironed fresh and clean looking,

Let you wear it or hold it for several seconds.

Eventually, (in the first two seconds)

Now it’s wrinkled and covered in dust.

Talent, my boy, you have it, must.

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Written in honor of my eldest nephew, who puts on clean, ironed clothing, walks across the living room and suddenly, like a werewolf’s transformation (but only in clothing) he’s dusty and wrinkled. I have no idea how he manages to do that.

Outside – Poetry Prompt 8

Come outside today!

Come on now, it’s good for you!

Come play with me this day!

We can throw a ball,

Catch a Frisbee,

Spar with wooden swords or

Run around!

Com on now, it’s good for you!

Come outside today!

 

Come on now, it’s good for you!

Join us in the great outdoors,

It doesn’t matter that it’s not that big;

All that matters is that we dig!

It’s great fun to dig and delve,

Working our way down from level twelve.

Feel the dirt between your toes

And get sand within your hair!

Come on now, it’s good for you!

 

Join us in the great outdoors,

Enjoy the sunshine slanting down,

Feel the wind blow around town!

Pretend you’re caught up with it and

Dance around with glee.

Feel the pull of the world

As it drags you down from a leap,

Don’t pay any mind to the clatter of raindrops.

Join us in the great outdoors.

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Written partly because of Pooky’s poetry prompt for today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/08/poetry-prompt-8-first-phrase-last-phrase/

Also because my nephew keeps trying to drag me out, using my own words against me and everything! (laughs)

What’s in a Window Well?

What will you find in here?

Inside there is a treasure trove of things.

Now don’t forget that there are dangers as well.

Do be cautious when climing on through

Or you might be surprised by a spider with red on her back.

Without gravel to kill it quick, you’ll be singing in a high pitch.

Try to be curious while being sensible.

Well, don’t forget the moments of childhood with these;

Ever had to learn the difference between poppy leaves and mint?

Let me give you a clue if you’re unlucky enough, ignore the fuzz.

Left of the window well of my childhood, lay the garden of herbs.

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Written as a response to this week’s FreeWriteFriday: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/05/02/fwf-free-write-friday-word-bank-10/

Also, listening to my niece and nephews do their housework and yard work. They’ve been cleaning out the window wells these past few days and it reminded me of the window wells around my childhood home.

Monday, May 2, 2011 – Part 2

Lydia went from pregnant with her 2nd and just moved in to a house in West Valley to already having her baby and an apartment in Murray. No mention has been made of Rotha, maybe he’s visiting Cambodia?

For some reason talk of a ‘leading man’ named Balthier makes me laugh.

Must go eat tater tots now.

Oh, and I’m wired, as in, actually have wires on my head. And there are puppy-dogs in the backyard who are impersonating squeak-toys.

Remember Fear – Day Twenty-Two

My little child, don’t come near

Of what awaits you that you fear.

Did you know that it keeps you safe

Until your parent comes and takes?

So keep in mind your fears today.

 

Only remember this as well

Poor choices that will make you ill.

Except you know when to stay or go

Rarely will you move at all.

And know that I was once there too

Not knowing precisely what to do.

Don’t let fear control your path

It’s only there to remind you of wrath.

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Written for two different prompts that I enjoy:

NaPoWriMo – http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-22-2/

Dungeon Prompts – http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/04/17/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-16-our-hidden-modus-operandi/

This is something I would like my nieces and nephews to remember. Fear is there are a warning, something that you should pay heed to but also remember that you shouldn’t let it control you.

Cheese With That? – Day Eleven

That’s not fair!

No! I won’t listen.

I’m not going to do it!

You can’t make me!

 

Really?

This is how you want to play it?

This and no farther,

Would you like some cheese with that wine?

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Inspired by one of my nephews who, as of late, has been very attitude-ridden whenever talking with anyone. I’m not looking forward to his teen years…

This is also my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-eleven-2/

House Elves – Day Two

Have you heard those little feet

Out and about in your home?

Unstable legs that easirly give way

Slipping sideways with arms all full?

Every place I’ve lived has had a few, at least.

 

Every day I watch them scurry about,

Little people with only stocking on.

Various years and different homes

Even staying in a few two room places.

Still those little elves will come and tidy up my spaces.

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Written for the second day of NaPoWriMo: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-two/http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-two/

Whenever I look up old stories about house elves, elves that sneak into your house at night and clean things (not the ones in the Harry Potter books, though, no slavery) the cleaners remind me of when I was little and my siblings and I were in charge of the housework. Later, my sister’s kids took over housework when they were old enough to help. (The age gap between me and my eldest niece and nephews is about the same between my eldest sibling and my youngest sibling; so I was still barely a teenager when my sister had her kids.)

Of course unlike the story, if you give these little elves clothing they won’t stop cleaning. They will stop cleaning if you give them too much sugar. House Elves aren’t very focused when under the influence of too much sugar.