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A Night To Remember (continued)
Quick, turn off the light. Don’t move. Shhh... Shhh!
“Not a word,” I said. “What is it, mom?”
“What? What’s out there? What is that noise, ma?”
“I don’t know!” I replied. “Be still. Shhh!”
My heart began pounding fast and loud.
Terror! I tried to think and stay calm.
I had never seen anything … No!
Nothing like it hovering, whirring.
I tried to be brave. My son peeked out.
Don’t move. There in the darkness, I prayed.
Please protect us from this U.F.O.!
My daughters would… Oh, the tragedy.
My son and I snuggled together.
Stiffly, afraid to move, we waited.
Praying, hoping for a solution.
Thoughts passed faster than those blinking lights.
Then, I had an idea. Intelligence!
If they are from somewhere far away,
They must have advanced technology.
And if they do, they might understand.
Okay, I’ll try it. Nothing to loose—
They already know we are in here.
Otherwise, why are they not moving?
Softly and fearfully, I began.
“If you’re up there listening, please don’t…
Besides my son, I have two daughters.
There would be no one to care for them
If you took me, they would suffer, much.
So, please, if you want to study us,
P l e a s e reconsider and let us stay.
I know that we are at your mercy.
But don’t take us away. They need me.
Not another word or a motion.
Frozen, feeling vulnerable and praying,
My son and I waited in silence.
The noise stopped. I crept to the tent door.
They were gone! How unbelievable!
Somewhat stunned by the experience,
We left the lights out and went to sleep.
Day, weeks, years and almost forgotten,
Until, in disbelief, I saw it!
Yes, right there on the Internet pictures.
Never before seen in outer space.
Photos of the huge hovering thing
Somewhere in the universe... Now seen.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 11-11-09
The young lad left his Mother's hearth when he was seventeen.
There was adventure beyond the far horizon, so much to be seen.
Her only son to distant realms and o'er the seas did roam;
Now he wearily trudged along the moonlit country road to home.
From afar he saw a candle in the window casting its mellow glow.
It beckoned him to the humble cottage he had left so long ago.
'Twas Home! Home!, the most beautiful mansion in the world!
He paused and mused as about him precious memories swirled.
He dropped his duffel and leaned upon the sagging fence,
To capture the moment and his random thoughts condense.
There, framed in the window was Mother with hair of snowy white,
Reading her dog-eared Bible by the flickering candlelight.
He recalled her parting words, "God go with you son;
I'll light a candle to guide you home when your bourne is done."
As he gazed upon her so serene, o'er him many emotions swept;
Recalling her tender love, his shoulders shook as he quietly wept.
He swept his frail Mother in his arms as he reached the door,
Saying, "Your wayward son is home, Mom, a-roaming never more!"
All roads lead somewhere, but the happiest road of all,
Is that which leads to home, be it mansion great or cottage small.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 8 in Linda-Marie's "Razzle Dazzle" Contest - April 2011
Where did I go wrong?
Some would say I didn't -
Bowling, baseball, football
and cub scouts -
I was there for every minute.
Some days I agree it was nothing I did,
But that just muffles my true feelings
and keeps them hid.
What should I have done differently
to keep my son from going astray?
If I could only go back, maybe things
would end up another way?
Of course there's no going back.
So here I am stuck, nothing I can do
to change my luck.
I can't make things better.
It's all out of my control.
Only my son can change
what's in his soul.
Will he turn his life around
and head in the opposite direction?
Or will he continue doing wrong,
trying to avoid detection?
I'm tired of the aches
of the heart and the head,
Wondering when my son
will end up dead.
Drug deal gone bad,
a bullet to the heart;
That's not the way I want us to part.
I try to avoid these thoughts,
but they're stuck in my mind
They make me feel like I'm doing time
There is no escape,
I can't make them go away
Form:
Written for my baby son in 1986.
My Dad he wears and earring
And he rides me on his bike
The folks ‘round here don’t go for him
But who cares what they like
Dad’s earring dangles in the wind
And sparkles in the breeze
It tangles in his hair sometimes
As it flies back and tickles me
Dad’s tattoo is blue and black
And printed across his chest
It’s an eagle with some letters
That spell the motorcycle he likes best
Sometimes his walk shows a little limp
Mixed with his fighters bounce
But he’ll always be there for me
Especially when it counts
His Christian name is Kenneth
But they call him Kenny Bo
And it’s me and him against the world
No matter where we go
Who cares about the “citizen’s”
Who cares what they might like
My Dad he wears and earring
And he rides me on his bike
It’s him and me against the world,
No matter what they say
And I’ll wear an earring, ride a Harley
And have a son too some day
We said our goodbyes
Promising not to stay too long
My son settling in
The roads to the beach
Straight and empty
That winter’s night
The Doors were on tape
Morrison's deep voice
Chanting
“Riders on the Storm…
Into this world we’re thrown…”
Dashboard burnishing dull green
My son
Arranging action figures
Asking questions
As only a ten year old could
While I drove
Following the moon
Chasing the stars
Peering ahead
Into the darkness
Wondering what he would be like
When he grew up.
Foolishly, I believed there
Would be more nights
And more times to ride together
Only to carelessly
Let them slip away.
Years later
We were together again
My son driving
On the straight and empty roads
Pursuing his own dreams
We were just like two guys
Following the shoreline
Talking
Sharing
Searching for a piece of the moon.
El Varón, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez
Car____li_____tos
Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami
Car____li_____tos
“I want that,” he says to everything he sees
Car____li_____tos
“Where is Ca?”
“I love you Ca”
Ca, short for Carlos
O…el nene de mami
Varón, who cries when something goes wrong
Varón, who does not like dirt on himself
Varón, who strips down when at home
Car____li_____tos
Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami
El nene de Ca
Talks a lot o hasta por los codos
Runs around the house playing with:
Self
Others and imaginary friends
Carlitos
Car____li_____tos
Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami
Car____li_____tos
Varón
Nene de Ca
Strips down
Talks a lot
Runs around the house
Tireless
Energy runs through
Energetic is he
I sit and smile
Amaze
Carlitos
On a night so cold
We have heard the Angel's on high
A Christmas concert memory
Our Ride home not yet complete
My Son so precious
Beaming through a frosted window
Out of his babe mouth......
"Why is there a Light up there?"(on a pole)
My mind on the road ahead
Not giving a thorough process
the words from my mouth....
"Why to show where the pole is"
My son so sweet
Looking with innocent eyes
Continued his words with.....
"Why is the pole there?"
My brain still focused on driving
Not following the last request
my words flowed from the storage
"Why to hold up the light"
My son so tender, quiet for an hour
Then laughed out loud......
"Does God hold us up?"(as the pole)
"While we Shine to show where he is?"
Truth!!!!!
Athena Charlotte