Laughter – Sixth Day

Silent though she sat

Innocent eyes, just like a cat

X-ing over towards one most loved, Ignoring the snow held in her hands gloved

The laughter that rang out when he danced all about

How gladly she smiled and he knew it would right out

 

Doing something silly

Allowing to be made the fool

Yet knowing it was only to make them smile

 

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:

Laughter

Looking Back…

Sometimes she looked back at her past and wondered at herself.

“I shouldn’t have jumped out of so many trees.” she’d grumble when her back ached.

“Maybe learning to eat strawberries with barbecue sauce wasn’t the wisest food to become acquainted with.” she’d mutter over the porcelain throne.

“Refusing to learn the piano when the lessons were freely-given by my mother wasn’t economical.” she’d sigh when looked at the work she’d traded for lessons as an adult.

“Ignoring my body’s protests before hiking this morning when I didn’t sleep well last night was stupid.” she huffed as she lost sight of the hiking group.

“Why did I say that to him!” she’d shriek as quietly as possible to her friends later about a boy she liked. “Comparing him as my brother because I was too afraid to say otherwise even to myself was more cowardly then just mumbling an excuse and running for the library!”

Then there were other times when she looked back and decided that maybe she wasn’t quite the little idiot that she had supposed.

“For all that it broke my heart, accepting the end of our engagement was the best choice at the time.” she’d whisper to her cat.

“Being able to spend time with my  nieces and nephews was better than finally defeating that video game I’ve been saving up for the last few months.” she’d laugh as her niece shrieked to be pushed higher and higher.

“Leaving that job before I burnt out was a wiser course of action then trying to do it and school at the same time.” she’d groan happily as she sank into bed after studying for an upcoming final.

Life is full of moments and though there will be many choices and actions that we regret and wish to have never done (be they hilarious or depressing) there are many more that we needed in order to become the people we are today.

This little rant was brought to you by Dungeon Prompt: In Hindsight… which made me look back and laugh at some things and cry at others.

Fallible Laughter – Poetry Prompt 52

Don’t laugh at me.
Don’t call me names.
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain.
In God’s eyes we’re all the same.
Don’t laugh at me.
-Mark Wills, singer
What is life like in the end?
But when is the end?
 
You are living as well as can be,
Does it matter that you’re clothes are grey?
Once they held color
A spark of life indeed!
Now they are soft 
And mostly colorless,
But comfy nonetheless.
 
You are just a child,
One of many
And yet there’s always enough.
People watch you play,
You’re never lonely.
So why do their noses tip up?
Maybe they ran into a door?
 
You watch as people come and go,
Why are so many things leaving?
Where has everyone gone?
Why are their so many boxes around?
Can we not let daddy in?
Why must we keep the door locked.
Why, mommy, do you cry so much?
 
Why do the neighbors look down upon us?
Is it because we cannot keep the grass alive?
We’ve tried just about everything!
The trees survive…mostly…
The bushes survive
In fact they thrive!
Fruit they over abundantly share.
 
We’re leaving! We’re leaving!
The Spirit can speak to many
In revelations very personal to any.
Yet why is it that He cannot speak to us?
To move our family as He has so many others.
Why can He speak to you, but not to me?
He is no respecter of persons.
 
So we must work as hard as can be,
We cannot stop moving for even a moment.
Once we stop, we will not start.
Why is it that our labors are never enough?
People tell us that we will never float,
That soon we shall sink.
Why drag us further when it is all to tread water?
 
Times are rough,
They always seem to be.
Yet I shall keep on going
And never despair to be
For I am more than just this moment.
I am before and tomorrow as well
Because it is for myself I live.
 
Other people’s opinions and choices are theirs.
I can only answer for my own.

Written for one of Pooky’s Poetry Prompts: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/21/poetry-prompt-52-stigma/

Also because this is something that I have lived with, seen and tried really hard to not be a part of (on either side of the fence). I am not perfect. I do not claim to be, but sometimes…

Sometimes I’m human and stupid and fallible. And sometimes I need a swift kick in the head.

Joyous Day – Day Twenty

Push and shove
Shouts from above!
Fall and dive,
For mayhem strive.
 
Patience we’ll test
Because we’re the best;
And laughter you’ll find
When eating the rind.
 
 
What a sight!

Eyes full of light

With disheveled hair;
We’re full of flare.
 
These children I see
Have become a part of me.
Never to be left alone
Within my very crowded home.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-twenty/

I’m sitting and listening to the children carouse about the house and yard, all hopped up on Easter candy. It is a beautiful day to learn of the resurrection of Christ and to listen to the sounds of my family while they celebrate. Today is joyous for me.

Freezing Too Much To Hurt

Sitting here and remember different times in life when I was this frozen. The last time I remember being this cold was my senior year in high school where our gas was turned off. We could afford some food and the rent and some of the electricity bill. It snowed a lot that winter as I recall, but miraculously no one got sick.Our house was well insulated and we had lots of lovely wool sweaters brought back by my sister from Germany.

The coldest moment that winter would be one day when it was blizzard-ing on my way in to school. The entrance hall was filled with slush and I was late for class. With a hurried gait and a sleep-deprived mind I ran through the doors of my high school.

slip SPLASH

With my tush growing cold in the slush and my head slightly ringing from the impact I lay there. Several other teens rushed over.

“Are you all right?!”

“That HAD to hurt!”

“I think she’s stunned!”

With a gasp of breath I regain my air and promptly lose it by laughing almost hysterically.

“I wish I could have seen that!” I gasp out between breaths as everyone just kind of stares at me.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-106.html