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NaPoWriMo - 4. Days 15 to 21
Day 15 Haiku for the VAMP Renga.
Please let's try again
Our love is worth fighting for—
Two souls meant to be
Day 16
Huddled, I sit in my chair
Crying alone
My head aches and I’m hurting
Just so tired
We are on death watch
How much longer
It’s so hard to die, to let go
A friend told me
My sweet puppy dog
God I love you
I don’t want to say goodbye
To prove my love—I must
I leak pain from my eyes
And my mouth
My heart keens for you
As you leave me for the last time.
My home is empty today
Our cherished boy is gone
Memory of him not far away
He passed away just before dawn
Day 17
I liked the idea of writing a prayer… so wrote this for us and Ripley.
A Prayer for Ripley
Lord listen to my weeping heart
The time had come for us to part
Keep him safe in heaven above
Lots of bones and plenty of love
Pure and simple is the love of a dog
Ours deserves a special epilogue
He taught me love, acceptance and joy
Ripley was our very best boy.
I miss his spirit, his was great
In his world, there was no hate
He lived now and loved his people
Ripley will be a terrific angel.
Please ignore his naughty moments
And don’t forget the fire hydrants
Give him lots of jobs and things
So he can earn his angel wings.
So my lovely darling pup
Our time here isn’t yet up
Your spirit now is beyond our ken
But I know that we’ll meet again.
Day 18
My grief felt like a suit of mail
Tears were mere moments away
My heart feels much calmer now
I’m feeling much lighter today
Day 19
I turn over the brown rich soil
Warmed by the afternoon sun
Add fertilizer, water and seeds
Wait for natures work to be done
I have mint, parsley, basil and thyme
And soon tender shoots appear
I sit down and watch my bounty grow
And drink myself a beer
Day 20
Baker Boy
I woke up that morning with a mission in mind
To bake Mum a cake, it was her day to celebrate
Peeking through the curtains, it was still dark
No matter, I thought and I crept down the stairs
I entered the kitchen, spic and span and shining
Clattered bowls and utensils onto the counter
Flour, soda, sugar, chocolate—I mix and pour into the pan
Into the oven, I forgot to preheat, so thirty minutes it is!
The living room clock chimes out seven bells
One look at the kitchen and I know what to do
I fill up the sink and clean up the small mess
So Mum will be pleased and won’t have to!
Soon the smell of chocolate fills the air
Carefully reaching in I press on one layer
It springs back just like Mum had taught
With mitts, they come out—to cool
Then Mum’s in the doorway smiling at me
She hugged me tight and said ‘What you doing?’
I quietly said, ‘Oh just bakin, you know.
I wanted to say, Happy Birthday.’
Day 21
Loving Tinkerbell
I watch her flit and fly all around
She thinks a lot of herself I’m sure
It’s all Peter this and The Pan that
That Fairy is becoming a bore!
She’s blind as a bat and not as smart
Dreaming that The Pan loves her only
I'd love to be on the shelf that day
When the cad breaks her sweet Fairy heart
What's wrong with a kind Fairy like me?
That Pan's not any better than I!
Well all I can do, is be here to
Hold her hand and be the better guy.
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