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Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision
Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing
Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When
Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.
- Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -
Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To
Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And
Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom
- Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -
Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting
Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.
Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled
Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The
Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The
Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from
Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched
Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.
- It Hit The Back Harder -
Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand
From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.
- He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -
"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.
- His Hope For Her Had Withered -
Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,
Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles
Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,
Never Fully Understanding Where She Was
Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.
- Her Words Stifled By Mucus -
Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,
He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.
It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected
Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,
Delicately Supporting Her Neck.
- And Laying Her Down -
- He Kisses Her Forehead -
- "Goodbye My Sweet" -
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
R... Right or wrong I came here.
U.. uncertain of what life would be.
B... Because God wanted me here.
Y... Young, I was once.
L... Love I did find.
E... Envy - I never had.
E... Everyone will read my Epitaph.
A princess they say she was.
A princess, she came to be.
A princess was Ruby Lee...
Written by lucilla M. Carrillo
This is very true. Ruby Lee was a real
American Indian Princess. Her granddaughter
was a writer. In 2007 she asked me to write
a poem for her. She was 100 years old in
02/ of 2007. They wanted to collect 100
poems and read them all to her on her day.
Her granddaughter was then 44 years old.
She died 2 months later.
It sounds good coming from our granddaughter
Grown up words she does not slaughter
This is what they mean to me
In an acrostic form of poetry
T rying hard to grow so fast
E nrichining each moment that goes past
C atching the gaze of boys who drool
H appy in knowing she is so cool
N ever behind the clothing trend
I mpeccably dressed she can transcend
C osmestics now her latest phase
A lluring, her looks do amaze
L aughing with a winning smile
L ovely eyes that could beguile
Y et an innocent young child
P erhaps through school days’ time will show
H ow fast this young lady may grow
Y ielding to the work and tests
S itting sometimes taking rests
I n order to see all around
C leverly her brain will bound
A chieving all she can possibly reach
L ater relaxing on a beach
L oving the days of school for they say
Y es the best days of your life have soon gone away
E xpectations we will have for sure
M aybe she will reach them and endure
O r just in case ours are too high
T hen set her own to reach the sky
I n order that she will one day
O btain a job with exorbitant pay
N ot sit around and waste her time
A s that would be a dreadful crime
L astly remember she is still a child
L earning her way in a world defiled
Y earning only to find herself
These are just three of the grown up words she will say
A child growing up who should take time for play
Use her brain to achieve the best she can be
It matters very much to me, for I love my granddaughter you see
H ow can you doubt what you are to me
A ll what I dream and do is for you
L ittle I show, but, for you, I fight
A nd never doubt: you're my first heartbeat...
(to my first-born child, who is a beautiful young lady now and mommy's hero... Thank you
for being patient.. I promise I will spend less time at work :)
M... My life I would give for you.
Y...You are the reason I live.
D...Don't ever forget that I love you.
A...Always remember my words.
U...Uncover the mystery of your mind.
G...God loves you, He won't mind.
H... Have faith and you'll succeed.
T...Time will give you what you need.
E...Everything will fall in place.
R...Remember I love you always.
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I
Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding
Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do
Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and
Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am
Overwhelmed at times but still so very
Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift
Honored to be not only a mother but a friend
Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and
Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her
Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling
Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted
At the thought of who she or he would have been but
God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful
I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face
Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with
Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything
S he washes the dishes for a dollar an hour.
M akes enough to buy for one, some milk and some flour.
I nflation has reduced the purchasing power.
L ittle kid at home makes it all worthwhile,
E very night when he eats and sleeps with a smile.
I miss you Baby, Girl....
Every day, I do.