Time – Thankful Thursday

I am grateful for my youngest sister. She’s been staying with us for a few weeks and it’s been almost a year since we last lived together, so even though this isn’t a permanent arrangement, I’m glad to have time to spend with her.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (Will update link…eventually.)

We Had a Little Life – Thankful Thursday

We had a little life

Given to us from on high

A little, furry life

So small and black

We had a little life

Given to us from on high

That hissed and scratched

So fierce and burning bright

We had a little life

Given to us from on high

So fragile and small

Struggling to live each day

We had a little life

Given to us from on high

We had a little life

Who went back home to the sky


Little Shadow passed away. He wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink. He hurt so much all the time. He just lay down and though we tried to feed him through the eyedropper once more, he would not. We had him for such a short time and I am forever grateful for his fierce little life with us. By the time this post goes up, it will have been two months to the day since he passed on. His life was a miracle for he lived longer than he should have after his accident and for the month or so after the accident he was happy and playful before he suddenly wasn’t.

Cherish the time that you have, you don’t know how long it will be. Hold close the ones you love and tell them, in actions and in words, just how much they mean to you.

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

Don’t Even Think About It

By hook or by crook.

There wasn’t much more she could do to hide. Her children were sent away, she’d never see them again. She’d make certain of it. She didn’t want to leave any trace of her magic where he might pickup on it and find the only bright things left in her life.

So she ran and ran and ran and tried her hardest to never even think about the varied places she’d sent her young ones. She didn’t think about how they might not be so young anymore. Some were sure to have grown up over the years and become adults. The time between worlds didn’t run the same, some went faster than others and some might not even move at all.

That was the trouble with dealing with her kind. Time and space and what is or isn’t were very hairy things.

That was why she had to run, because he had, had access to her abilities for so long. Too long. He had done truly monstrous things with them, but even he had not found the furthest reaches of them.

For that she was grateful, even if she could never find peace for herself, she knew that eventually he would run out. His time had not been stopped like hers, only delayed and he could not stop it again unless he found her.

She could not allow that.

Overhead the birds flew and played and had a breezy time, either not knowing or not caring of the troubles beneath them.


Most of this sat in my draft folder for a really long time. I was looking at it again for a bit when I also wandered over to Three Word Wednesday and saw this week’s words.

That Time Again – SoC

A moment in time to check,
Registration takes longer than you’d think,
Even with everything going digital and online.
 
You better make sure you have enough paper!
Or double check on the amount of pencils ready.
Unless you’ve also forgotten about your books?
 
Remember to check your shoes
Especially the ones with holes in them,
And make sure your socks are new as well.
Do you remember getting ready like this
Yet it seems so much more involved this year.
?
 

It’s that time again. Time for school to start for the kids. This afternoon will likely be dedicated to going through the school supplies that we keep as extras throughout the years and making sure their shoes will last until we’re able to get them new ones next week. (And if we need to get new gym shoes as well…)

Once this is done, only three more days until the first day of school. Then I’ll be all lonely at the house and trade sad looks with our dog (who still whimpers whenever the kids leave the house without her.)

This tiny post was inspired by the Stream of Consciousness from Linda G. Hill this week.

Time – Thankful Thursday

I am grateful for time today.

To take a moment and
I know I’ll need more.
Maybe to sit quietly and store
Every thing for which I stand.
 
A moment in time
Given half of what you have
Will lead you along
And remind you as well
That there is always more to find.
 
So keep in mind
That this is not the time
For never is there a perfect one
To make your decision
Or choose the destination
That you will end up in.
 
For life is not so easy
Nor are times predicted
For those who See
But do not Learn
Will have nothing in the end.
 
So never forget
That what you have
Is only as important
As you let it be
For you will always run out of time.
 

I am grateful for time whether it be time for a moment of quiet or time with my very large (and very loud) family.

Remember to check out the original Thankful Thursday.

Surprises All Around – Poetry Prompt 28

Go on, you’ll be surprised at what you’ll find.
Reams of fabric stick out from nearly every shelf
And spools of thread hide the pincushoins from sight.
Don’t forget the carved wooden box made so long ago.
Memories surround you as you glance through the pictures on the wall.
As Granny smiles at you from the bed
She tells you of where each little piece sitting about her room came from.
 
Remembering that some fabric is from when she was little,
Others from the time just before computers were a thing.
Or maybe she’ll say how the carved box belonged to her mother as a teen.
Maybe someday, you’ll know all her stories and all the things she’s seen in her time.

Started a while ago for one of Pooky’s poetry prompts and finally finished today: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/poetry-prompt-28-time-difference/

This prompt reminded me a little of my Great Grandmother’s house and how I loved listening to her tell me about the different things. Before I could go into that memory too deeply, I walked by my own mother’s room and listened to her talk to some of her younger grandchildren and I know what the poem was going to be about.

Relative Perspective

It was some time before she was even aware of the concept of time. Most of her days went something like this:

She woke up, she couldn’t tell when it was, but there was always someone who entered with a bowl of broth soon afterwards. She would eat as much as she could before she’d fall asleep again.

She’d wake up sometime latter to have a small repeat.

Sometimes when she wakes, the man who found her is there; sometimes he’s not. There doesn’t seem to be any pattern to it and she doesn’t think much to try and find one. She’s too tired for that.

(Why is she so tired?)

Eventually, she notices that she has several different things attached to her person, but for the life of her she can’t remember what they are or what purpose they serve.

She doesn’t have it in her to do more than stare at them before she’s fallen asleep once more.

They’re still there when she wakes and after a moment of trying to remove one, she’s stopped by the man who’d found her and. presumably, brought her here.

“Leave them,” he speaks in a quiet voice that is very deep, but his touch is gentle, “you are still recovering.”

She falls asleep again before he can say anything else.

The next time she wakes, she ignores the things and eats her broth without any extra movements other than her eyes following the movements of the woman spoon feeding her the soup. She’s too tired for anything else.

By the time she’s strong enough to feed herself, there’s some kind of bread in the broth as well. She doesn’t bother with wiping up every time she spills as she’s too busy being grateful she can lift the spoon to her mouth without aid. The spoon is unsteady and she suspects that the bread is partially there so that there is less liquid to drip on herself.

This time, there is a smile of satisfaction on her lips as she falls asleep once more.


He’s not quite sure what to think of the young woman on the bed before him.

She is a pale thing, all red hair and dark eyes and thin cheeks. She seems wasted, as if she’d had an illness and had only recently been cured from it, only to face her body after the ordeal.

He wonders, not for the first time, where she has come from and how she came to be in the alley that he’d found her near. She doesn’t seem to be the kind of woman or even man that would frequent such an area and her body shows no signs of drugs or abduction. She isn’t malnourished and though she is thin and pale and wasted looking, she is otherwise healthy.

Alexander feels a buzzing in his pocket and withdraws a beeper. He hadn’t brought his phone in with him, hadn’t wanted to chance it messing with the equipment or going off when she was awake and startling her.

(She had been so curious about the wires and leads and didn’t seem to understand what they were for.)

He sighs at the code and, with a nod to the nurse outside the room, leaves the wing she’s being kept in. He stops at the end to retrieve his phone and his tablet.

At first he hadn’t been certain why he’d felt the need to talk her with him and have his own doctors look after her. Even when the reports of her physical condition were given he hadn’t known why. Alexander was a businessman, and he does give generously to charities as well as other organizations. He does not bring people in need home with him, no matter what the tabloids say.

He still does not know why she is here, yet he makes no move to send her away, though in her state, it would be very easy to do so.

She has been there for half a year already, but her physical improvement is slower than initially projected by his doctors. No one knows why.

He doesn’t even know her name.


Written for this week’s Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/10/weekly-writing-challenge-golden-years/

I’m not entirely sure why it didn’t mention much about age and only about how time is relative to different people due to perspective, but it would only be written like this.

Time and Place

Her eyes blinked open and she took in her surroundings.

She was in some kind of…place.

There was a snort from somewhere beside her and with a slit shake o her head, she realized that it was from her own vocal chords.

Great, just fabulous! I have no idea where I am.

It was snowing, wherever she was, and she was alone.

“Are you all right?”

She looked up, startled, into the eyes of a man. He was pale and his eyes looked concerned. He held out a hand to help her up and without thinking, she took it. He slowly helped her to her feet, keeping her from falling over when she stumbled and holding her up as her legs inevitably gave out as well.

He continued to talk and ask her questions, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying. She just stared up at him as his face continued to blur around the edges until everything whited out.

It was still snowing gently yet thickly.


Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/02/28/fwf-free-write-friday-time-and-place-scenario/