Gates For Thought – Thankful Thursday

Got to stop progression
And wait for things to come
The moment isn’t here yet
Evening hasn’t rung

Sometimes we have to slow down. We live in a world that wants instant gratification. Wants things now and not later. We want that, too. We don’t want to wait and sit still, don’t want to acknowledge that we can’t run when it’s hard to even just walk

We want to do things, we want to do them when we want to.

But sometimes we need to slow down and wait. Not because patience is a virtue, but because we need to move slowly so as not to hurt ourselves. You don’t expect something broken and just glued back together to be hardened and solid for a while, after all. We need to remember that about ourselves as well.

This was supposed to be a post on how I’m still grateful for child gates as we have to use one to keep the dogs away from a section of drywall we have to replace while renovating the kitchen. Then I got tired and distracted. Still, I am grateful for the gates not just for how I’ve needed to use them, but also for when something like this makes me think.

Stuck In Stasis

It was different this morning, though she didn’t know why it should be. It wasn’t like there was any change in her circumstances, any word that something might change and not just in the future but at all.

The days dragged on, she hadn’t bothered keeping track of them from the first and so had no real idea of when it had happened.

(If she had wanted, she could have asked the police, they kept track. They would be surprised if she asked simply because most parents counted the days themselves and needed no reminder.)

She woke in the morning, went through the motions of surviving-

(-not living, living implied that you actually did something to make it look like you weren’t morosely waiting for the die you died-)

-trying to make it look to anyone on the outside like she would be able to survive losing her only daughter.

(That they knew about. The knowledge of her many, many children was sparse, not even their sire knowing how many there were.)

Sometimes, very rarely, she would feel the impulsive urge to just end it all. To cut what little she had left of her daughter out of her life and move on.

But…

She couldn’t.

She couldn’t leave this life and try for another until she knew, knew whether her daughter was still alive somewhere or dead and waiting to be found in a ditch.

So she would stay here and wait for word, whether from the police or from her daughter or even from the ones who had taken her. She didn’t care how long it took.

It’s not like she would die waiting, not with what she was.


Inspired from the prompt from Three Word Wednesday this week. It’s been a bit since I did a prompt from here and I found I missed it.

This is the sort-of sequel to an older work of mine, Won’t Leave You Behind.

Waiting – Traces Prompt #7

She’d been waiting forever, it seemed.

(It really had been forever as far as others were concerned. There are few people who’ve seen the rise and fall of civilizations like Rome and the Mayans; the rise and fall of empires across the globe.)

She hadn’t been alone, and thank heavens for that.

(There have been others, others that they met, that had been alone for far too long. They’d had to ‘put them down’ and that hadn’t been enjoyable.

Killing someone that was more like you than just about anyone or anything else was never pleasant.)

Waiting for someone, something, to come about.

It had been a very long wait, but it had been worth it.

That is what Comet, as she was now known as, told herself as she defended the Royal Nursery from the Enemy. She wasn’t going to let her queen down.

(Even if it meant waiting longer with only half a mind to work with. At least she’d never be waiting alone.)

(Star hadn’t realized what she’d felt until too late, but she had never left her other half alone in all their waiting; she wasn’t very well going to abandon her sister now.)

(No one wanted to wait alone.)


Written for last week’s Traces Prompt: https://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/06/19/waiting-haibun-traces-prompt-7/

Sorry this is late again, Olianna!

Cover the Emptiness

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She pulled on her father’s boots last, taking the time to do up all the laces and then tuck the excess into the side around her feet. The boots were large, larger than she had initially thought.

But at the same time, they were just the right size.

Her father wasn’t at home. In fact, he hadn’t been at home for a very long time. He likely wouldn’t be home for several more months, if he came home at all.

So she would pull on his boots and walk around the house in them all day long. If she had to leave to do anything, the boots would go with her, slowing her down and reminding her that they didn’t fit.

They would never fit.

But it would keep her father closer to her throughout the day.

She would do this every month for one whole day until her father came back from his tour of duty.

Mary smiled as she clomped around the house, making enough noise to cover up the emptiness.


Written for today’s Light and Shade Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/light-and-shade-challenge-monday-26th.html

Also written in honor of not only the men and women that serve our country but their families who are without during their service.

Thank you.

Timing Abed

She sat in the room,
Quietly in the bed
And wondered again
Where this had led.
 
She’d been doing just right
Keeping stress levels down,
Trying her best
To keep away a frown.
 
But life happened again
As it always will,
It happened quite loudly
And now she is ill.
 
The babies are safe.
That’s what the doctors said,
And safe they will stay
As long as she’s abed.
 
So she’ll stay here and wait,
Make sure they’re all right.
She’ll stay here and wait,
Until the time is in sight.

I’ve mentioned in at least one post that one of my sisters is pregnant with twins. Yesterday we received a call that the water on one of them had broken. They’re not due until the end of July at the earliest. Luckily, she was able to get to the hospital and didn’t lose either of her little boys. She now has to stay at the hospital until they have developed enough to come out into the world.

This has not been an easy pregnancy and she’s already had a bleeding out scare. She’s doing everything she can to keep her twin boys safe and is blessed to have a wonderful husband who will also do all he can. I thank God everyday that she is still here.