Prompt: My aunt died very suddenly last week.  This is a poem I wrote for her.  RIP Aunt Kerry March 12, 2011

A Life Remembered

Sometimes words are just not enough,

And we just can’t manage to be tough.

Sometimes hurt cuts deeper than knives,

And we can’t even imagine going on with our lives.

It seems as though pain is all we can feel,

And each moment it seems even more surreal.

The mad hatter came and knocked us to the ground,

We had no suspicion, he came without a sound.

And we are left here to carry on,

Still not believing that she could be gone.

But we stand shakily on our feet,

And our hearts continue its steady beat.

Days go on and night still falls,

And our families stand together through it all.

God wraps his arms around our crying hearts,

And leads us somehow out of the dark.

My aunt, your sister, your friend, your mother,

Stays with us in memories and each other.

And maybe someday we’ll smile at her laugh and crazy hair,

And we might not cry everyday that she’s not there.

But for today our tears blind our eyes,

As we remember her loving , wonderful life.



Prompt 68: Begin with “I though I Saw…”


It is nearly impossible for me to think of anything to write for this prompt. I have been staring at it for three days now trying, unsuccessfully to come up with a story. I can only picture tweety bird in my head so all I can say is “next!”


Prompt 67: In 300 words, write about “deceit”

The waltz
In her eyes there was a darkness,
A secret held there for none to see.
She looked at me from lowered lashes,
My heart sped up at what was to be.
She had come to me earlier that day,
To ask if I would go with her plan.
Of course I agreed to go along,
Her smile alone forced my hand.
He was an evil man,
Or so she would have me believe.
She showed me her many bruises,
Hidden beneath her lacy sleeve.
My tongue slid nervously,
Over my too-dried lips.
Could we dare to hope this would work?
We could not afford even the slightest slip.
Just as we had planned that morn,
She lured him out on the balcony.
And I followed like a shadow,
Confident I hadn’t been seen.
We both watched him fall to his death,
Not a single tear she shed.
She turned to me with a smile,
And back inside she led.
Many people speculated,
That it was an accidental fall.
He had had one too many to drink,
At the Chapman’s ball.
Later that week I heard it all,
The talk of the town was high,
He had a very large fortune,
How lucky for her that he’d died.
Now she could go as she pleased,
With a man she had meant long ago.
A man that her husband forbade her to see,
Someone who was now her beau.
I realized with a thumping heart,
How foolishly I had been played,
I had pushed an innocent man off the balcony
While the waltz played.


Prompt 66: What was the worst meal you’ve ever had?

Banana Muffins

Sometimes I have to cook at my job. So, the other day I had to make banana nut bread. I have never made it before so I asked my boss to show me how to make it. I only had about twenty minutes before she was leaving for the day so (I guess this wasn’t enough time) she told me to just use the muffin mix in the pantry – the kind that “you just add water”- and then cut bananas into it. Cook it- Voila!


The muffin mix was orange fruit muffins and when I tried to mix the bananas into it, they turned to mush. Them when I cooked them, the tops burned while the banana mess inside was like mush. Wow, it was so bad. And yes, I did just own up to it! And they used it the next day!