Twenty-one years old!
He was such a cute baby
Blonde haired,
Blue eyed chub
Called me Mom
Called his Mom – well, Mom
Couldn’t tell us apart
Voices alike
She had the sustenance
I shared the nurture
Her baby boy
My grandboy
Twenty-one years ago

Now a man
By age and by law
Still my cute baby boy
Blonde haired
Blue eyed chub
Wisp of whiskers
Crooked grin
Towering over me
Calls me hobbit
Looks up to me

still

Unafraid to hug
and kiss me
Love me
in front of God
and everybody
firstborn grandboy
my one and only
Sean Patrick

Sean at 14 – on our trip to DC with his 8th grade history class. This was taken at “Awakening” near the Patomac River.
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So hard to believe my grandkiddos are getting so old and I am not . . . oh, all right, I’m getting older too. This week, VV challenged us to write 100 words on AGE. These are mine. Your turn.

Posted: May 18th, 2013 under 100 Words, Family, Velvet Verbosity.
Comments: 4

once upon a long ago time
a little boy lost his mother

“What does she look like?”
“She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”

Townspeople lined up
to be scrutinized by the lad
the elders walked him to
each and every
young
vibrant
young
woman

“No, not she. My mother is the
MOST beautiful woman in the world!”

“Alas, son, there is no other
the beauties have all been seen.

The boy gazed toward the edge of town
where sat an old woman
wrinkled, grayed, bent

“There!” he cried. “There is my mother
the most beautiful woman
in the world!”

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VV’s prompt this last week of Poetry Month was PRETTY and there is an amazing slam poet highlighted for the week. I hope you will go over and listen to that.

This is a tale I heard in grade school. I think the nuns were trying to teach us that pretty is as pretty does – or that beauty is truly what is INSIDE the heart and not outside the body. At any rate, the gist of the story has stuck with me alllllllll these long and many years. Now that I am older, grayer, bent with my own years, I hope that any beauty in my heart can overshadow all that.

btw – just peeking in from Texas where I am visiting some elderly relatives and meeting up with some long-time on-line friends. Back to AK and reality towards the end of the week. Hope y’all (heh) are doing well.

Posted: April 30th, 2013 under 100 Words, Velvet Verbosity, words.
Comments: 4

The car parked at the end of the street was just like any other car at the end of any other street. Except . . . this was Kristy’s street – and it was HIS car.

Slamming the screen door Kristie strode to the driver’s window – reached out – tapped – HARD.

“Dang it, Austin! Get off my street! I don’t want you here. Get on – get out!

The window lowered. “You’ve got the wrong car, girlie. I ain’t Austin. But I’d be happy to get to know you, if you know what I mean.”

Kristie’s face contorted with pain. The screen door slammed behind her.

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VV’s 100 word challenge this week is CONTORTED.

Posted: April 9th, 2013 under 100 Words, Velvet Verbosity.
Comments: 2

once again proving I have eclectic tastes . . . following up on my Easter haiku, here is a piece for Lance’s 100 Word song. The song of the week is Dead Sara’s Sorry for It All.

Cold wind cut through my jacket. Standing on a street corner at 5 below isn’t pleasant, especially not dressed as I was. Alfonzo picked out tonight’s outfit: pink mini with yellow tights, white go-go boots, topped by fuchsia jean jacket and black bustier. He chose the blonde wig, too. Says the johns like long curls.

“Damn, Stacey, it’s coldern’ a witches teat out here tonight. Ain’t ‘lonzo got any sense ‘tall?” Margot ground out a cigarette, shivered and walked to a waiting car.

“I don’t care what this guy offers, Stace. If he’s got a workin’ heater I’m getting’ in.”

Posted: March 31st, 2013 under 100 word song, 100 Words.
Comments: 2

Mama, we’s bein’ good. We ain’t misbehavin’ at all.

She smiled at her trio of flour-faced, chocolate-covered miscreants and began to mop up.

Triplets! Sue had been blessed with three after having lost so many. They were a joy, but some days she was just so tired for the caring of them.

Her own mama visited her often. She would take Sue gently in her arms and whisper, “but for God’s great love you would not have these three. Rejoice in your tiredness and keep on giving them love.”

“Looks like cookies,” Sue laughed. “Let’s bake a batch for Daddy.”

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This is for VV’s challenge MISBEHAVIN’. I did not have any multiple births, but have always had a group of kidlets around me. I have felt Sue’s tiredness. My hat is off to families with multiples. Let’s make cookies!

nettsu / Food Photos / CC BY-NC-ND

Posted: March 29th, 2013 under 100 Words, Velvet Verbosity, words.
Comments: 2