BIAM

So to challenge myself I joined Tristi's Book in a Month. After the funeral and vacation all is settled down. I now have a large challenge ahead of me, 1,000 words a day 6 days a week - eek!

My start off has been quite slow. I will publish parts of my current writing here, check back for updates.

My first day I finished 447 words and a family reunion.
Day two 200 words and a funeral.

This week will be better and a lot to catch up to my goal of 20,000 words - that also make sense - haha

Happy reading!

I asked, “Where are you going?”

And you simply affirmed, “Follow me.”

“Follow where?” I replied knowing

And you showed me the road below

Knitting through a vast city in tow

Where you have been and where you will go

Atop a mountain, overlooking a vale

Intertwining roads of memories and tales

The cobbled, narrow streets not to be mistaken

Filled with trials, mystique and charm

With strong maneuvering and a steady climb

Heaven’s Angel circling, trudging upward just fine

Looking down the pursuit faired in due time

Unwavering faith tamed the pain and wonder

The road lead a bittersweet adventure

A journey well deserved, a prosperity served

Lessons learned, experiences shared, wisdom taught

A happy reunion truly well thought

To Ga with love!!

“walk a little slower daddy”

My sister's and I modified the poem, “walk a little slower daddy” to give to our dad for Father's Day last year. We then put a pressed flower in the frame. He loved it!!

Here is our version for our dad:

“walk a little slower daddy”
said a child so small
“I’m following in your footsteps,
And I don’t to fall.”
“As times have changed, now I can see
Sometimes your steps were very fast,
Sometimes they were hard to see;
So walk a little slower, daddy
For you are still leading me.
Now that I am all grown up,
You’re the perfect example for me
And what I wanted to be;
I have a little child
Who will want to follow me.
And I want to lead just right,
And know that I am true,
So you walked the right pace for me, daddy.
For I did follow you.”

Here is the orginal:

"Walk a little slower Daddy,
"said a child so small,"
I'm following in your footsteps
and I don't want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast,
Sometimes they're hard to see;
So walk a little slower,
Daddy,For you are leading me.

Someday when I'm all grown up,
You're what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who'll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true,
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For I must follow you."

Author unknown

Do Not Weep for Me

I was hit last year the deaths of three important people in my life, within in two weeks of each other. I wrote a lot of poems at this time and here is one of them:

Do not weep for me
It was my time to go
Do not long for me
I will find you
Do not cry for me
I had a great time
Do not miss me
I am near by

Do remember my smile
Let it lighten your soul
Do let the morning sunshine
Begin a cheerful day
Do remember my wisdom
I am here for you
Do let the evening colors
Remind you to hold true

Love you Uncle Mark!!!

Welcome to my world

- This is for a contest, only for a contest, not a real life experience - I am not depressed and do not consider my children banshee (well, maybe sometimes - lol)

After this, nothing would ever be the same. The dream rang a sonata in my mind, an angelic smile, melody of unconditional love and ballet of forever being wanted. The stage clears, the lighting dims transitioning to dark overture, unsettling queasiness, and a deep desire inside my soul that change is soon to come. I feel her presence blow freely through my body and lift me up, but not pull me from the depression of the dark changes. The wind rustling through the curtains ushered her from my mind, the light of the day peeking into the room and a chill in the air kept me comfortable under the comforter. I lost myself in this serene morning and my thoughts drifted away. This is peace, dream gone and saved for a later time.
A screech jerked me from my perfect start and sent my heart pounding. I bounded from my bed cold and shaken. Instantly and disoriented, I scrambled around looking for the piercing sound. A baby cry, why this early, at the crack of dawn? Who could be so horrid to wreck this perfect morning!
The sound came from the room next door. To my realization, it was a baby, and it was mine, screeching like a banshee. How brutal and sudden. I completely forgot about the flabby stomach muscles, extra weight and lack of sleep. In my perfect morning dream I danced about with a flat stomach and eight hours of sleep. Welcome to my world.

I recently switched from a working mother to a stay at home mother of two. The first few months were exhilarating. I had a constant high of no schedule, spring cleaning and organizing. It was exciting to wake up later in the morning, spend the day playing and having kid fun with my little ones. I did not miss the work pressure of meeting deadlines, conference calls and systematic checking of e-mails.

However, this excitement wore off. My lack of a schedule, daily kid fun and a home that is not-so-clean-anymore turned to isolation and boredom. So I took to the outdoors. Now, this is difficult in the winter of the Northwest. The beaches of the Sound were uninhabited, cold and windy. The local parks were wet and still uninhabited. Being a new comer to the area I wondered if the winter sent all of the residents into hibernation. This lead to my question, what do stay-at-home-mom’s of small children do?

I set out on this quest to find what to do with my children, have adult contact and incorporate valuable time with my children. All of the traits are need to qualify for my reason to leave the house. As a mother with small children it is easy to not venture out. With this in mind I started checking local resources for things to do. So travel with me as I search out other SAHM with life beyond the toddler years

Devil in the Dark

Something I am trying out

I felt the force of the seat belt pull tight. I heard glass fiercely shattering and the disintegrated shards blanketed me. I saw the car flip in the air as I flew like an angel through the air. The landing was soft and the grass felt cool. The clouds lit up the sky making it easy for me to believe that it was a dream.
The car had been traveling at autobahn speeds and was built for it. The audi A8 cornered like a dream and held to the road steadfastly. It was the other objects in the way that the car or driver could not anticipate. How the signal pegs appeared out of nowhere is still to be determined.
A light flickered over my eyes. Was this my angel again? Had I finally been released form this constricting position? The lighter grazed across my eyes stronger this time. What felt like an eternity later, the light came in steady contact. A distant voice called out, “I found a body!”
Another voice boomed, “Is it female?”
The distant voice was kind and awkward, he replied “Yes, a female, a young female.”
I heard the rustling of keys and heavy boots in the crisp grass. Then the presence of a big man shadowed the starry night. His unsettling deep breath was sinister and demanding. His voice boomed in command, “Check her vitals.”