Category: write

How Do You Know

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as they passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?

The Landfill (Earth)

From the eyes of some Alien Nation

They come across a landfill

Mounds and mounds of trash and stench

They look at each other

Their long tapering fingers

Scratching their heads in wonder

Without the need for speech

They communicate their dislike

To each other and wonder how

Or why earth people choose

To live this way

If they would only listen

It is so easy to live without

All of the trash and stench

This disposable society in

Which they choose to live

Is so unnecessary

This Alien Nation tried so

many years ago to help

this earth colony to no avail

Once again they looked

At each other, shook their heads

And flew back to their home

After all, it is their choice

They know we exist and choose

To ignore the warning signs

Let them live in their

Trash and their stench

Where Did I Go Wrong

Like a bolt of lightening

Has struck my heart

Not knowing where or when

I should have tried harder

Tried a different type of

Discipline when small

Where did I go wrong

When young it was so easy

To correct and address wrong doing

As a teen you start seeing problems

Wondering how to get their attention

To get them moving in the right direction

Chastisement is a joke as you see

Their eyes glaze over and you know

That they are not listening so you stop

Where did I go wrong

Calls come in the middle of the night now

No longer can he resist he needs help

But the calls come not to talk or ask advice

Just calling for money or getting out of trouble

It’s the norm these days and just like that

They cease to exist and leave no trace

Where did I go wrong with my love

I Matter

She taught me that I matter.

That someone cared.

Even if I never saw her again,

Her words would stay with me.

One simple act of kindness

Made all the difference in

A little girls life.

The whole year I felt like

I was somebody special.

Even after the year was over

And I went on,

All I had to do was remember that

I matter.

Half Done

I can’t crochet a blanket

and leave it half done.

What good would it be

to leave it half done?

You couldn’t use it

only being half done.

A blanket for charity is no

charity at all when its half done.

How can it keep someone warm

if its only half done.

I can’t do it. Not me. I’m not a

half done kind of person.

It’s all or nothing for me

I don’t do things half done.