A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

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#OctPoWriMo: Oct 27 & 28

antique black classic phone

OctPoWriMo #27: Drive 

The young ones would ride in the back seat fearing for their lives. 
The old kids would learn how to drive in the front seat with you. 
I would panic at the thought of my cousins out on the road, 
but you would calmly teach the drivers who were brand new. 
 
We would sit in the back seat of your large van completely carefree, 
listening to music, playing with cousins, and the foster kids that you raised. 
My first memories of you were on the back roads in your car. 
You were always out helping your town which always left me amazed. (more…)


#OctPoWriMo: Oct 13th-15th

Pomona, agriculture apple apple tree

Pomona, agriculture apple apple tree

OctPoWriMo #13: Animals

A friend to horses, and a love of dogs;
A mom to cats, and a leader to hens.
I’ve watched you to take care of so many
whether they had two legs or four.
Your love of life extends to all
Your kindness radiates only love.
I’ve seen you save the life of the lost
And wonder how you still do more.  (more…)


OctPoWriMo: Oct 6th, 7th, & 8th

love and beach sunset

love and beach sunset

OctPoWriMo #6: Selflessness

Above you.
You place the entire world upon your shoulders
and put all the people living on top of the blue planet
before you.
Beside you.
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#OctPoWriMo: Day 28-31 #HappyHalloween

OctPoWriMo Day 28: If The Sun Never Rose Again

IMG_0563A dark heavy blanket lies over the land,
and the bright white lights that shine through its holes
never dim as time goes on.

The moon in the sky still pulls up waves over the sand,
and those waking now from sleep
wait for eternity until dawn.

No more warm rays of light.
The night never becomes day.
If the sun never rose again
we would all fade away.

OctPoWriMo Day 29: Writer’s Prompt – “Breathtaking”

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#OctPoWriMo: Day 23-27

OctPoWriMo Day 23: Santa Ana Winds

It’s barely seven in the morning and I’ve just gotten out of bed.
The sun has just come up over the horizon
and I’m already sweating what seems like bullets of lead.

I get dressed, walk out the door, and feel the wind on my face.
The weather is brewing something evil
and spewing the devil’s hot breath like a canister of mace.

The mountain gap winds, so dry in their origin,
whip past giving whiplash to those who can still
withstand Southern California.

The Westward winds fan flames so unbelievably high
it feels like standing in front of a heater while dressed in a wool sweater.
Sadly, it seems the warm weather has made all my plants die.

 

OctPoWriMo Day 24: Water

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