Posted in Fiction & Poetry

I Was Listening To Frank

 

All the things I could be

All my choices from life that tree

Pick a plum and see

 

I reached yes I did

I picked the fruit

But it withered and turned to dust

 

Yet I picked again never doubting a minute

It shriveled once more

Undaunted I chose

 

Again and again

My tree of life bloomed

More opportunity to choose

 

Here I am

It’s Autumn for me that age

My heart carries on still young

 

Yet life still blooms

I pick another plum

Will this be the one?

 

Though some weren’t for me

With this one we’ll see

Through struggle sometimes pain

 

What’s left in store

 

 

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Posted in Flashback And Memoir

Past, Present and Future In A Blink

 

Do I remember good times, you bet. A new grandson’s on the way and the First I’ve witnessed becoming a miniature person. It’s not over yet and always a wonder to me, like watching a flower in slow motion, to see.

Sorry there aren’t other events. Having been ‘cloistered’ granny-nanny until recently I hadn’t gotten to traveling anywhere noteworthy, but I’ve seen some good movies, went Christmas shopping online, bought a bottle of Prosecco to toast the new year after I tuck my grandson in and utilize what remains in a mimosa, straight juice for him, for January 1st’s brunch.

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/12/29/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week161/

The Prompt: “…think about your past year… Remember a good time, experience, meeting or event and share it in 100 words.”

Posted in Flashes, Writing Challenges

Could I?

“93, almost a century but it’s still me.” She stood facing herself in the mirror in her comfy sweats and over-sized shirt. “Always loved men’s flannels – like wearing soft protective arms.” Never had she known such arms yet she was still a believer.  “Ben’d said his most productive years were his 90s. It could still happen.”

She gave herself the once over, hair pure white now. “Take that Storm! Hmm, could I really wear that? I used to.”

Sweats and shirt dropped to the floor. On went the jeans and deep v’d blouse. “Hell yeah.” She grabbed her fringed Gucci bag and headed out.

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http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week152/

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The prompt this week is:

…could I really wear that …