sun sifts morning clouds
lake ripples quietly soft
my heart is at peace
This picture was taken August 28th when hubbymoose and I drove to Anchorage for the day. Beautiful Kenai Lake. Post is written for Trifecta Writing Challenge: HAIKU.
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Edna’s breath caught at the beauty outside her kitchen window. This day was full of promise. A lullaby slowly crept from her heart to her lips. She rocked her unborn gently in time.
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Trifecta’s editors posted a picture and requested 33 words with no gore, no angst, only beauty and joy. I hope the above fits.
I fell in love with that chipped tooth. He called it his “toof†and it drove all the girls crazy. Separated by continents, we were doomed not to meet. I loved him still.
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photo of Peter Noone, aka Herman of Herman’s Hermits, from sodahead.com. Part of the British Invasion, and oh, so lovely to look at – AND – he could sing, too. What was not to love?
Written for Trifecta’s request for 33 words on TOOTH.
August 2nd, 2013 / Categories: Family, Moose Nuggets, talkin' to mahself, trifecta, words /
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Ah tole you! We done missed the bus cause you doin that shuffle ‘long two step. Dad burned younguns! Lissasue! Stand up straight, now y’hear? Ima sit raht here and rest mah dogs.
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Written for the trifextra challenge – 33 words using the above picture as the launch point. These are mine – where are yours?
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July 30th, 2013 / Categories: Family, Hear Me, I wanna go home!, inspiration, trifecta /
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When Granny died, and after we had all cried, we trooped to the attic seeking the treasure chest. It was a simple and plain pine box, but special because Pappy had made it for her.
“My hope chest†she’d called it. She used to open it, if we’d been ‘specially good, and let us peek inside.
We’d try on her gauzy dresses. “From the olden days,†she’d croon. “Your Pappy and Granny could surely cut a rug back then.â€
She’d let us hold Pappy’s gold pocket watch. “Gave him that the day we jumped the broom, I did.â€
She allus called us her “packa youngunsâ€.
“Remember to love each other, take care of each other. You need to band together. You are stronger together than you are by yourselves. That’s how Pappy and I were. I swan, when I lost him I lost some of my stren’th.â€
Then, she’d close up the treasures again with a sigh and we’d go down to the kitchen for cookies and milk.
And now Granny’s gone on to dance again with Pappy. She left us with a smile on her face, and her hair? I’d a-sworn she was wearin’ a halo the way her hair glowed.
The old house had been left to the pack. We left the hope chest there in the attic. It was nice to know we could still find Granny and Pappy whenever we wanted.
photo from Adirondack Furniture
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Written for trifecta’s challenge – BAND. These are my words . . . where are yours?