It is October again, but I have another in mind
One long ago, and it brings tender memories
It wasn't the usual, of Halloween kind
Of parties and goblins, of which there were many
It was a year of some changes, our family had moved
I was ten years old...struggling and shy
A small little town, I'd been replanted and torn
It was late in October...now uprooted and more...
A different school....a country lane....no close neighbors next door
On Halloween night, it rained and it poured
The end of the world...I was unhappy and bored
Leaving what had been home, familiar and sure
Where our old street had been filled
With Halloween thrills
Here in the country, ...no one came to the door
I was dressed to go out...but storms plagued the night
My mom understood....she saw my sad plight
She went up to her room, made up her face
She combed up her hair, until it stood on it's roots
Covered her face with black fireplace soot
She threw on her robe, and pulled on dad's boots
Crept out the back door, and to the front porch
When the doorbell rang....I jumped in delight!
Trick-or-treaters had come to our house this dark night!!
When I opened the door, at first I didn't see
It was mom, ...trying to hard, bring me some glee!
She grabbed me and laughed and pulled me to come
Out into the rainstorm....up the road we would run
We ran in the downpour, getting soaked to our skin
Laughing and yelling....such fun it had been!
Later that night, we warmed by the fire
She let me stay up....no one was tired
So cozy and warm...no longer so cold
With popcorn, and candy...and the ghost stories told
That one Halloween, on that night of the storm
Was the best Halloween....and reminds me of home.....
I'll never forget when each Halloween comes
The gift of the fun.... all thanks to my mom.....
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
See Me Again
"Ghost Town Treasure"
Was my fav'rite book
You'd read it to me
At the end I'd plead
You'd read it again.
The beach! Such pleasure!
A picnic you took
To eat by the sea
At the end I'd plead
You'd take me again.
My birthday that year
Two snowball cupcakes--
Best birthday I've had
'Oh, Thank you!', I'd plead
And you would just grin.
Ghost pillow-case shear
On Halloween days
Paper bag full...sad
At the end I'd plead
You'd take me again.
And ever watchfull
Over years I find
Your face...mine...one look
At the end I plead
'Mom! See Me again!'
Times' hands did Not pull
My face to your mind
Or reading my book...
At the end I plead
And you just grin.
*This poem is dedicated to all the children and spouses of Mothers (and wives) with ALZ...and to the awareness of its heartbreaking torment. Hopefully one day we can prevent it, cure it -- stop it! To all Mothers everywhere and especially those with Alzhiemers' Disease (ALZ): HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 2012!!!
For: ~PD's "Mother's Day Contest" part 1
Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the creepy bells of the chapel ring
I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy rex
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit
So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy, just got a cold sore"
When I went out on the porch this morn, tiny spider's mother had strung her web
across right in front of the door..
I did not tell cute tiny spider to go on down yonder and get your mother
No, this mother was scary drawn up with her feet pulled in a ball
When she stretched out, why I had to move on
She straightened me out right fast..
Mothers are like that when their child is threatened..
Just had to write this being Halloween is coming up soon...
NOW THAT I AM OLDER I CAN
TELL YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN
A FATHER PLAYS AN IMPORTANT ROLE
TO A LITTLE GIRLS SELF ESTEEM
A LOT OF LITTLE GIRLS
CAN'T SAY THEY'RE AS
LUCKY AS ME BECAUSE
THEIR DADS DON'T COME
AROUND OR ACKNOWLEDGE
THEM BEING OFFSPRING
I FEEL SO VERY SORRY
FOR THOSE GIRLS ESPECIALLY
THEY WILL SEARCH AND SEARCH
FOR THEIR FATHER'S LOVE
AND THEY SEARCH FOR IT
FOR A FATHER THEY ARE
NO MATTER WHERE IT BE
TO FILL THE HOLLOW SPACE
INSIDE OF THE ONE THING
THAT is ALWAYS MISSING
THEY WILL USUALLY SETTLE
FOR A MAN WHO WILL
DELIVER A DAILY BEATING
BECAUSE OVER A PERIOD
of TIME THEY BELIEVE THAT
THEY DON'T DESERVE hiM
THE ONE THING, I WOULD TELL
THOSE GIRLS IS THAT
EVERYTHING WILL BE OK
NO ONE NEEDS A FATHER
FIGURE THAT NEGLECTS
TODAY IS THE DAY, I WILL TELL
MY DAD JUST HOW MUCH HE MEANS
ON SECOND THOUGHT THERE'S NOT
ONE MEMORY HE'S EVER CREATED
FOR ME HE'S NEVER BEEN THERE, FOR
A BIRTHDAY OR EVEN HALLOWEEN
I'M GLAD I'M NOT THE CHILD OF HIS MOTHER
WHAT SHE RAISED, IS A USELESS HUMAN
THE DAUGHTER OF MY MOTHER
IS WHO I'M PROUD TO BE
MY MOTHER IS ACTUALLY DOING
A GREAT JOB SO MUCH SO
THAT MAN'S WORTHLESS TO ME
He crawled thru our window
A man with no hair
Standing four feet tall
Every night he was there
We moved to this house
Not knowing of its lore
Not hearing of the evil
That lurked there before
A murder took place
By a man and his mother
A sibling was killed
He stabbed his own brother
He would walk to our bed
Night after night
With evil in his eyes
And our hearts filled with fright
In a lab coat of white
And blood on his chest
He told us he'd kill us
For this was his quest
Only in this room
Would he always appear
To fill me and my brothers
With breathtaking fear
When we moved to another
The room would be clean
Neither mother or her son
Would ever be seen
My mother would tell us
It was only a dream
Til his mother she saw
With a blood curdling scream
The front door was locked
But like a phantom magician
She walked thru the walls
This ghostly apparition
She sat in a chair
And rocked while she laughed
My mother was paralyzed
By this witch and her craft
"You can't move can you dear?"
The woman replied
She said the death smell was sickening
From this woman who'd died
In the middle of the night
Doors would open then close
Who's coming and going?
None of us knows
The neighbors all knew
Of the things that occured
But all were too scared
To utter a word
My father would sit
By our bedside each night
Til we all fell asleep
Then turn out the light
This story is true
I was six years old
The house is still standing
And the story still told
Each Halloween season
This house will appear
In our town's local newspaper
To fill us with fear
Though now it stands empty
Many families passed thru
And all will attest
That what I've told you, is true
For Amy's I saw with my own eyes contest