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train whistle itchy eyes child's laughter steady humming searing pain thunder and
lightning |
summer heat frozen fingers sunny giggles rested soul hail drums
window pane garage door
opens evening falls flame flickers |
With 3 children
and a husband, the quiet moments that come to mind are those in which
I taken a day off work during the school year. The kids are at school
and my husband is at work. I'm home alone. Even though I know where everyone
is, it's a wonderful feeling knowing I've got the next few hours to myself
to do as I please. Just as I plan my day and begin doing what I want to
do, the day is over. And I realize just how precious alone time really
is, yet happy to see everyone again. just me and
furnace Saturday's
my mom and grandmother would fix my siblings and I pancakes, bacon, sausage,
and heated syrup for dinner. We thought this was a great treat. It usually
happened during the time of the month when money was low and there weren't
very many groceries in the house for dinner. We children didn't realize
this at that time; we just thought we were getting a special treat as
we begin to smell the pancakes, bacon and sausage cooking. Mom would pour
the warm syrup over our pancakes and we'd eat till we were full. pancakes,
bacon and sausage |
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two meetings
a month child from
broken home I-70 Kansas
City a boy named
Max early start
time |
It is first
light in the mountains. Everything is wet with the morning dew. We set
out to locate elk in the upper meadows. As we hike up the trail, we encounter
a mule deer doe and her fawn. She is close enough count her eye lashes
before she bolts off into the forest with her young. first light
It is 30
minutes before shooting time in the blind. It is our first morning out.
The decoys are set and the marsh is still, not a ripple in the water anywhere.
The guide kicks back with a cup of coffee and begins telling about the
good hunt the day before. The story concluded with the group limiting
out before noon. thirty minutes
before I walk my
dog a couple times a week. But on the first warm spring day we try to
go to the river. Where Katie can hunt and swim as she pleases. I simply
enjoy watch her having fun. walk in the
woods A friend
of mine had an old dog named Megan, who loved to hunt. She was a well-trained
lab. Who in her later years would lye on the floor and dream. her tail
would wag and then freeze as it did when she had found a bird. I t was
obvious that she was dreaming about hunting. sleeping
on the floor payday wings set early afternoon |
When I go
home (Louisiana) for vacation or passing through town while on business.
My step mother has a plate of warm red beans and rice and/or gumbo. I
enjoy my visits home, especially for the food. Passing through
town We try to
take our two boys to the beach every year because they enjoy it the most.
New Smyrna beach is their favorite. The white sands at low tide gives
the boys an opportunity to play in the beautiful sun and sand. The water
goes forever and I think that is what excites them the most. • My father-in-law
passed away shortly after my oldest boy turned 1 year old. He was the
first boy in the family and my father-in-law just ate it up. The amount
of and type of toys my son received from his grandfather was proof that
he finally had a boy. Loving grandfather We took our boys and niece to the St. Louis zoo the weekend we visited my sister-in-law who was in a St. Louis hospital. She was having a cancerous tumor removed from her liver. My niece who is 14 wanted to go to the zoo to get out of the hospital. It was a very hot summer day and the kids were excited about being there. This one particular animal the Somalian wild ass caught their attention. They thought the sign had a bad word in it. We had to explain to them that words have different meaning. A trip to
the zoo |
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running,
running, running Sunday's
best |
hot waves
seen faded patches sweaty chests |
morning light the pond
is quiet
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exhausted
stance would have— steaming
brook sixteen soul rising
up candles a
glow moonlight
flickering |
hours spent The ocean
puts out the sun Waves lap Dad's chair
the cat baths
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mom's perfume
ditches filled
scissors
reflecting dental x
ray film visiting
grandpa down here jumping from
walls mowing the
grass |
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coffee brewing toasted marshmellows lightning
flashes across they grey sky babling brook her 6th birthday the buzz
of the needle |
Early morning
dawn A child swings Hammock catches
breeze Fluttering
bird or fluttering
of a bird windless
summer day big eyes anticipation springtime
flowers |
Unconditional
love . . . Two hearts
beating Chance meeting
. . . Being a mother Sand between
our toes ocean night
breeze |
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Christmas
lights glowing- flour, eggs,
and cookie sheets pink satin,
white lace giggly girls morning sunlight
peeking staring through
the sundrenched pane a cold rainy
day alone at
last pencils,
paper, and books, hollow thoughts |
I see you big blue
eyes aots of little
hugs waves crashing
in the dark warm summer
nights man in the
blue jeep |
taillights
ahead lightning
illuminates ice storm Weekend of
Celebration! honey moon |
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summer thunderstorms crack of
the whip |
high pitched giggles water soaked lashes my small son’s first water ride chocolate
milk pastel colored
eggs fat, wet
snowflakes Kris Wolbers |
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2003, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.