In Other Words prompt, grandparent
Ronovanwrites Haiku prompt, touch and miss
In Other Words
He died when she was three or four but she remembers him. He laughed and smiled a lot and sometimes she saw tears in his eyes. He told her stars were little holes in the curtains the angels closed at night and people we love who are in heaven can see us through those holes. She knew her grandparent, her Pa, was watching her when she saw the stars at night. Now many many years later when she looks up at the night sky she knows Pa is watching her from one the starry holes.
Touch the heart softly
Sweet laughter and silent tears
Forever to miss
When he grew up and moved here, something he never wanted to do, he accepted that there were things and friends that he would never see again. Wondrous things and friends from where he came from and had to leave behind because they did not and truly could not live in this real world he now called home. But here she is with something important to say to him and if Tinkerbelle can survive long enough in this place she will.
He was a tall dark handsome gypsy, a heartbreaker with a wicked smile and a wild laugh. He loved his life traveling where and when he wanted in his tiny caravan with no ties to bind him or worries to keep him awake. All that changed when he looked into the green eyes of a most beautiful witch and was forever lost in her spell.
It’s Labor Day and that means Maggie is preparing for another family barbecue and battle. As long as she can remember her family has been fighting over one thing or another and this year will be the same. She doesn’t know why her family is so contentious and hard to get along with but she does know that if anyone in the family needs help or support in bad times the arguments and feuds are put aside and they do whatever they can for each other. Deep down and sort of hidden they do love one another and anyone outside of the family better not cause one them problems because if they do the troublemaker will know the vengeance of her kinfolk. Yeah, they are not the model of a perfect family but they are hers and she wouldn’t want any other.
She had been working on the project for days and all she had to show for all the hours was a lot of colored paper, cut and folded and strewn across the table. Looking at the table she thought it looked like her life; she had the imagination and ability to finish but she was tired of the work and life with little desire to continue with either. Both were a mess and she wanted them over and done with, however, there was the possibility that tomorrow would be better so she went back to the table and began again.
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