WordPress Daily Post~ I Was Here

Daily Prompt~ I Was Here

The opportunity to gift a letter to the future inhabitants of a newly discovered planet.

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To You,

“But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

As you stand on the surface of this newfound world, I ask you to pause and consider my words.  It has taken a lifetime to find them, for that is the nature of the beast.  One must live a lifetime or in the case of the inhabitants of Earth, millions of life times to discover the truth. Which is very simply, love.

Your curiosity will lead you to create.  Carefully, approach the precious landscape, respecting and protecting all that you discover.  Once destroyed, it cannot easily be rebuilt. Accept your fellow man.  Forget about boundaries to designate my land from yours.  Didn’t we learn?  Wars are fought over invisible and man-made lines. Be respectful and share what resources you have with those in need.  One world.

Build your schools and welcome your children through the doors. Promote literacy and encourage problem-solving strategies. Educate them against hatred and cruelty toward another. Watch them at play, you will learn from their innocent wisdom. Be observant to suffering and offer support to ease the struggle.  Cherish your brilliant, your creative, your everyday, for it these individuals that will lead.  Write your mission statement around social responsibility. We cry the same tears; we feel the same pain.  One world.

Cherish your elderly and those vulnerable to life.  Keep them safe and ease their struggles and pain.  They are your elders and your wounded, deserving of compassion.  Spare no expense to bring some comfort, hope and joy into their grayed world.  Humanity.

My world forgot as it spun on an axis of greed.  It is not too late for you, though.  You are fortunate to have a chance, an opportunity to create a world of beauty, promise, and hope, a world that promotes peace.  Are you ready to take on this responsibility?  It is not about you, it is simply about love for another.

Sincerely,

Me

Word Press Challenge- I Remember… The Sister

Word Press~ DP Challenge

My Earliest Memory~ The SisterThe Sisters

My earliest memory is of myself as a three-year-old child awaiting the arrival of another, the sister.  Throughout the lead up to the sister’s arrival, there were comings and goings, blurred images.  There were the preparations, piles of snow-white diapers, the rosebud flannelette bedding, soft as bunny ear sleepers, and the wooden crib.  There was, the kindly German speaking housekeeper hired to manage the home, when my mother went to the hospital, the one who served the bright pink borscht soup and encouraged me to “eat up, eat up.” There was my father flitting in and out to attend to work and visit with my mother, my uncle’s cheerful, teasing presence and Grandfather Boomba’s, quiet, watchful eyes from afar.  Colouring pictures for my mother, waiting patiently for her return, watching the cherry tree from the kitchen window, its limbs bare, stalwart, anticipating winter’s coming storms.  Finally, my father arriving home, flushed and excited to share the news, Marge had a baby girl!  You have a sister, Grace. Let’s have a cigar, James! A sister.  I cannot remember much emotion surrounding the news on my part, rather I believe that I hoped that the sister would play school with me, and allow me to cart her around in a baby doll buggy. A sister.  This sister, a fragile, teensy little bit wrapped in a white knit blanket, arrived home on a cold, late fall afternoon, a winter fairy.  A sister tucked so snug, her little pink face barely visible from beneath the blanket tightly swaddled around the wee body.  The sister with such dark eyes, almost black, centered in a teensy pink face, grub like, she was so fresh to the world, a fascinating fairy child for entertainment. Immediately, I would discover that the sister, fairy child could be quite stormy, heartily screeching out, and dependent of the safety found in my mother’s arms.  The sister was establishing and asserting her unfairy like ways into our lives with amazing speed and tenacity.  In my young mind, there wasn’t anything magical about this one.

I recall a memory, a moment.  Hearing some sounds from the hatchling, I tiptoed into my parent’s bedroom to view the little sprite wriggling in the crib, her little pink fists tightly clenched into balls, limbs jerking, poking up and out from under the blanket that loosely swaddled her limbs.  The sister sounded like a restless kitten, mewing and peeping as she struggled to unwind.  My mind wondering, what if I just picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, to my mother?  I carry Betsy, the plastic wetting doll, I can carry this one.  The sister was wiggly so I quickly grasped the writhing body by the legs plucking it from the crib.  Upside down, quickly becoming agitated, hysterically frantic by the time I walked the short distance to the kitchen, the sister’s face the colour of beets. Here’s your baby, stated in a rather disgusted tone of voice.  My mother leaping from her chair, grabbing the sister and righting her body; the eyes back up toward the ceiling.

This story would resurface in conversations over the years, my mother adding in the part, she held you by the legs upside down almost damn near dropping you on your head! Luckily she didn’t! 

The sister would be fine and forgiving with this fact as she quickly learned that had she been dropped on her head, it would pale in comparison to the bumps and crashes she would later experience. The sister is a brave one, far stronger than me. I am grateful for her presence and love. My earliest memory is of a three year old awaiting the arrival of another, the sister.

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Word Press Challenge~ A~Z

Word Press Challenge~

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

 

Piece of Memoir A~Z

Always you cross my mind.

Because of you, I always think twice. 

Cautiously, I peek through the window, called Life. 

Desiring only understanding, I seek Peace from your actions. 

Ending each day with a silent prayer of Hope. 

Finally, sleep comes calling and I can dream. 

Gorgeous images swirl through my head. 

How are you now?

Is it true what they say about Heaven

Judgment time with the Almighty One must have enlightened you. 

King of Hearts and Souls; what was his ruling on your life? 

Loving you from below the Heavens, I sail on through the land known as, Life. 

Memories are everywhere. 

Nothing escapes your touch; I see you everywhere.  

Oh, what I would give to sit with you again. 

Perhaps, you could answer my questions that silently simmer. 

Questing after a sign, I seek meaning in my life. 

Realizing that we can’t sit again. 

Silence surrounds me. 

Talking to you from my heart. 

Universal rays reach forth, caressing me. 

Vindicating me, validating, vilifying me. 

Why did you choose to leave me questioning your love? 

X-raying the memories for evidence of a man with a heart. 

Your daughter, left. 

Zealot, silently defending my love for you.

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