Jane the eldest of three sisters, and the Tadpole was given an earlier debut. Hails the middle sister of extraordinary charm and endearinng demeanor that exemplifies an industry--I find lacking.
This be the common thread of most aspirants, forewarned a cobsweb be drawn innocence. She played Kristy McNichols bike friend on 'Friends', edged by a mom's hope.
I am glad that I met Louise Foley, Jane's sister, on what turned out to be my final drive to Carmel, as my own life was getting to be a Full House.
Time Capsule
I am lying in this bed in this room.
My bedroom that has become my tomb.
A time capsule of the past.
Of days that didn't last.
My children have chosen not to visit me, nary a call. They've left me in this tomb of yesteryear.
Hoping for the day they once again will. appear.
I had a stroke.
I assure it's not a joke.
It left me dependant on others for care.
All this is, for me, one giant scare.
In my room, memories encompassing me of days long past.
Awaiting when my children will call, dare I dream, they visit me at long last.
Until then, I am in the room.
That has become my tomb.
In this tomb of memories, I silently & solemnly cry.
Fearing, I'll be here alone & forgotten by my children, until the day I finally die.
Copyright © Ashe "Kristy" De La Keur Scoville
"the faint melody of her heart, whispers the soft cadence of her soul." ~ Kristy Waltan
There's a rhythm to my words,
A cadence to my thoughts,
Like the song of the birds,
Music connects all dots,
There's a flow to my verse,
A tempo to my song,
Like musings that traverse
this world in a beat strong,
There's a lilt to my voice,
An accent as I speak,
Like a stranger has choice
'tween metre and mystique,
There's an inflection here,
An intonation sweet,
Like a melody clear,
A canticle complete.
3rd February 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - C words" contest
Happy Birthday, my sister, dear.
How I wish you were still here.
Today is, for me, a solemn day.
Oh, how I wish, you could leave your Heaven today.
I wish you could see your son.
He's retreated to a place where feelings are none.
As for Aleera, she seems to miss you the most.
She walks around as if she's a ghost.
If it brings her happiness to see you for a day.
There is not a price too high I would pay.
I try to be here for her like you would do.
The problem, however, is I am not you.
So, maybe the day that came for a visit from death,
It should have been me to have drawn my last breath.
Then Aleera could be happy once again.
For then she would have some peace and zen.
Yet, Death took you and not me.
As you would say, that was meant to be.
For Aleera, this year has been hard.
Her heart has forever been placed under guard.
Not even I, her big sister, will she let through.
You know that for now and forever she will want you.
Happy Birthday, Illy, for my love for you will never cease.
May you now and forever be in tranquility and at peace.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
When you were born, I did not know what to do,
You see, I was only just the age of two.
Wherever I went, so did you
You see, we were stuck together like glue.
Then as we grew up, we started drifting apart.
Yet, you see, you were always in my heart.
If I knew what was meant by those mean boys would impart.
They would no longer have a mouthpart.
As adults, we do not always agree.
However, you mean the world to me.
We lost one sister, something no one could foresee.
Grief brought us back together and we set our squabbles free.
Know that no matter what,
We will always follow our gut,
We will never believe the scuttlebutt
That we are told, we will allow the world to shut.
Aleera, you are my sister now and forever,
And these new bonds I do not want to sever.
I will always be here for you whenever,
And these horrible storms we shall, together, weather.
©Kristy De La Keur Scoville
This is a story of a girl and her beau,
Where life would lead, they did not know.
They dated for several years,
There was laughter and some tears.
One day the boy asked the girl to be his wife,
He wanted her forever a part of his life.
Then a year later a baby was born,
On some days their nerves were torn.
This couple persevered
Most of their fears disappeared.
Neither parent was delusional
And their life continued as usual.
They had an announcement one winter’s day
That there would be another baby on the way.
Off to the hospital as the time came
The life they once knew would never be the same.
They had children’s laughter and noise
That comes from having 2 boys.
What once was three, is three no more.
Now say “Hello” to the Nash family of four!
©Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Have a great birthday, Kristy Jane,
As the new dawn begins to break;
Right after the cold evening rain,
The sun erases your heartache.
Topic: Birthday of Kristy Jane L. Solen (March 07)
Before I knew you
I searched for a lady so true
I didn't think it existed
The Love that's inside you
When I found you on the net, great
I knew on the inside we'd make a great duet
Then, I spoke to you so true
We both didn't know what to do
We got close by talking about books
our heart each other took
In vain, none was to be
Look hard and tell me what you see
Now that we've met
and chat a lot on the web
What you want this to be
In love or just friends you see
Thaddeus Chauvin
(c)TJC 2010
K-ind
R-egards
I-n
S-weet
T-heme's
Y-early
J-oviality
A-pply
N-atal
E-xpression's
S-implicity
O-nce
L-itterateur
E-mploys
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Kristy Jane L. Solen (March 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
K-een
R-eader
I-s
S-ite's
T-hinker
Y-ielding
J-oy
A-s
N-otable
E-xcellent
S-cribe
O-f
L-ine
E-ndorses
N-obility
Topic: Birthday of Kristy Jane L. Solen (March 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Julie was going south on me
It was too tempting
For her can’t ya see?
It happened slowly
When I was lonely
Relaxin in my bed
The curtains were drawn
And the lights were dim
I pushed my marbles off to the side of the bed
A soft tune was playing
Harmoniously
Mouth wide open she came to me
CHORUS
Cause it was in my head
I imagined the Queen of the bed
I was desperately
Seeking the bees knees
And when I came to
My hands were filled with goo
I wiped the tears from my eyes
And washed away the imaginary lies
Kristy was the sweetest thing
She got up, to fix me some grub
But when I rolled back over again
I could hear the sound of my tub
She drew me in with that imaginary wink
I braced myself against the sink
She went south too, head first with no hands
I was truly the happiest man
Samantha and the others never lied to me
Hell, they didn’t speak that well
In my head I’ve come to find out
That there’s no kiss and tell
Slowly I walk weary down the street
Staggering forward feeling so weak.
Thoughts of death roam my mind,
As I leave thoughts of life behind.
I give out a call for Kristy,
That responds back so bleakly.
As I wander around these churning halls,
I wonder of God's supposed miracles.
I sit here so quiet and lonely
Softly my sister comes near to me,
Saying this is not my time to be -
People would be in misery.
I wake to a sound back in my head;
Only those who love themselves
Can lay in God's flower bed.
The voice now echoes clear to me,
My sister saying; "now you truly see".
It seems I just cannot win,
For my life is in a constant spin.
Not one person can I please,
Nor does it seem I can appease.
My children refuse to confide in me,
Telling me to let them be.
They expect me always to be around,
Yet when needed, they cannot be found.
My Family expects me to just be there,
But no thought my way do they spare.
Their moods I am always to understand,
And be there to lend a needed hand.
When I am feeling bad or subdued,
I am told I am just too rude.
When I am in a rush,
I am still expected to hush.
Who said it was ever ok
For me NOT to have a bad day?
Why is it ok when I am under the gun
For everyone else to have fun?
Yet, again I come up short,
Just as I am given a kick for sport.
Just another day to be,
In the life of being...me.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
Kristy
Crazy, Erratic, Obsessive, Insecure
Sister of Jessie
Lover of no
Who feels the pain
Who fears the sea
Who would like to see the sunshine
Resident of heartbreak
Morris
Familiar is the rain
just as familiar is this pain.
Familiar of being open and raw.
Familiar of just feeling blah.
Familiar of hiding away
and familiar of holding at bay
the panic and fear
of you NOT being here.
Familiar of having no life.
Familiar is all this strife.
I thought it went away
when love found me that day.
With the words that you utter
I find myself slipping into the gutter.
Losing the hope and glow
that used to never flow.
So here comes the familiar mask
that makes no one ask
what is the matter
just so I do not have to chatter.
I can still smile
yet there is no guile.
Nothing is in my eyes
Nothing, not even lies.
Was happy once,
Now feel I am a dunce.
This is what I get for being dumb.
I get to feel empty and numb.
This is just all too....familiar
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
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