My life began with a funeral
An odd thing, but true
I didn’t appreciate life
Until this break through
I had spent my whole life
Living not to die
No risks, no thrills
Doing enough to get by
Six years ago, I experienced you, in person, for the very last time. Sadly, the only word I can use to describe that day is perfunctory. People close to me and you say you felt much deeper. I really want to believe, because I felt much deeper too.
I saw you for the last time..I came back from the control freak’s place and you and I did our “see you next time” dance. I was still worried from the night before. You didn’t look well and you bit my head off because I chose to question. So six years ago, I said “see you next time”, and you replied in kind, except it didn’t happen.
I heard you for the last time. Again, perfunctory. “Drive safe”, you said. “Will do”, was my reply.
I tasted you for the last time, with a perfunctory kiss. I had gum, you had Pall Mall…Eww…sorry, glad that moment was perfunctory.
I touched you for the last time. We did the briefest of hugs..so perfunctory…we were never a touchy family so that was as good as it got.
In tandem, I smelled you for the last time, as we did the perfunctory hug. You smelled like soap. You smelled like dad.
If I would have known better, I would have turned into the 5-year-old version of me. I would have clung to you for dear life and you would have had to break through my vice grip of a hug as I cried. We would never do perfunctory again, and If I ever see you again, I hope we never will.
I miss you with all of my being.
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Drowning in darkness
Swimming in blackness
Absence of light
Every trial I face
Leads me right back
To this shadowy place
Finally home! Relaxation had to wait. My child headed for the back door to play outside.
“No, wait!” I cried.
Too late. BAM! Right into the glass door he couldn’t tell was there.
Trifecta Challenge: This weekend we want you to give us 33 words (exactly) that include among them at least one example of onomatopoeia.
I had a doctor appointment today, so I took the day off. I felt like I should post something on my unexpected day off, but nothing was coming to me. I tried to think of a post that wasn’t one of the stories that I’m working on. I got nothing. Then, I felt something on my leg. Looking down, I saw that Baby E was pulling herself up on it. She sees me looking down at her and a huge grin pops onto her face, revealing her first two teeth that have finally poked through. Now I have my post.
Baby E is 10 months old. While she hasn’t had all of her firsts yet, she’s getting close. She hasn’t walked yet, but she can do it when she’s holding onto something, such as furniture and people’s hands. She doesn’t say words yet, but she “talks” quite a bit. She doesn’t read yet, but she certainly likes trying to tear her books apart.
Well, well. I finally have a minute after working, reading all of my subscribed blog posts, and more work, to pay some attention to the Daily Prompt? And then I get this??