this prompt was a picture of two little blond girls playing in the yard with a water hose.

“What are you doing?” Sally asked as she snuck up behind her sister.


Susie jumped and almost fell off her stool.

“Nothing,” she said.

“Yes you are, you’re playing without me. Does mommy know you have her good wash tub?”

“Yes,” Sallie lowered her head like she always did when she wasn’t telling the truth.

“Oh are you going to get into trouble when she finds out.”

‘Little sisters’, thought Susie as she tried to come up with something to keep her from getting caught. Sally was only fifteen minutes younger but she acted a lot younger. If she didn’t shut up soon mommy would come out to see what was going on.

Just then Sally picked up the water hose and sprayed her sister, knocking her off the stool. They knew they were going to get caught now; they were rolling around on the wet grass laughing at the top of their lungs.

laughter

A weekend ride through the country was always an experience for our family. We usually never knew where we were going until we got there. No matter how much we pleaded dad wouldn’t say a word. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized he never said because he didn’t know either.


One trip in particular stands out in my mind because it was the day we went flying. Don’t get me wrong it was still a car trip; it just ended up being a very special car trip. We were headed to the lake, out on route 7, to go swimming. Route 7 was a road made up of dips, hills, twists, and turns; it was like riding a roller coaster without seatbelts. Coming out of a dip and topping a hill while increasing speed at the top would make your stomach feel funny. This was something we liked so dad would do it for us when he knew it was clear ahead. Well on this day he took one of the hills in the road a little too fast; all four tires came off the road and we left our seats hitting our heads on the roof. When we landed the air was pushed out of our lungs and we just stared at each other. It was scary at first then Tommy started laughing and couldn’t stop. Soon we were all laughing, including dad who had to slow the car down to keep it on the road.

Hearing my dad laugh that day was awesome!

I am nothing.

I am nothing. I have no name or purpose; I exist only because I am alone. When something invades me I become something also. Take the other day for instance; I was here all alone being nothing when a noise invaded me. The noise was followed by light which cut into me making me darkness. Darkness can not exist in the same space as light so as it grew stronger I became weaker until I had to move away or cease to be. The light became a door and then a floor and when that happened I became a darkened room that was being invaded. Soon I would cease to be until the door closed taking the light with it. Without the invasion of light I would still have no name or purpose. Now though I understand that with out me, darkness, light would have no purpose either.

Picture Writing Prompt - 1 June 2010

"Why that there's my husband," she said as she held her head high with pride, "Quite handsome if I do say so myself"


"Yes Miss Mary he sure is," Millie sat and watched the love in Mary's face as she held the worn photo.

"This here picture was taken the day he graduated from college. Not very many Negros went to college back then. It so happened we lived in a town that was famous for its Negro College and Jasper here was one of the very first graduates," her words weakening as she rested.

Mary fell asleep before telling the rest of the story but Millie had heard if before. It had been a struggle for Jasper and Mary, who had started their family while he was still in school. He sat proudly the day the picture was taken, not because he was special or educated, although that was great. No he sat proud because on that day his beloved Mary had blessed him with a son.


The word Negro is not used in a bad way, I use it because at the time of the picture this word was appropiate.

The color PURPLE

what do you feel when you see this color?

Calm is what I feel when I see the color purple. I love purple in the deep dark shade that would look black if not for a small amount of light shinng on it. The color I see as I listen to hear if one of my children cry out in sleep. It's this calming color I see as I close my eyes at night, right before I surrender to the blackness of sleep.

use these words in a story, sentence, or poem.

Dismay, confusion, sad, enlightened, maniacal, truth.

His maniacal laugh made him stand out in the crowd,
Laughter coupled with a sad look upon his face,
if the truth were told many assumed he had gone mad.

Dismay and confusion held them rooted in time,
Moments later they would be enlightened,
Would they run and hide or join his madness?

pat sinclair 2010

Dear Larry

Dear Larry,



The day has been long and the miles covered many but you survived. Rest now, do not worry, my love will protect you. Your tomorrows number many, but I will be here to guide you on your way. Those whom you met today are more of your family and the secondary love you will need to grow into the strong young man I know you will become.

My heart filled with pride as I took you to visit your Grandmother. I knew she was looking down from heaven as I placed the flowers upon her grave. Holding you close to my heart as I introduced you, her grandson, was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My tears did not wake you as I cried for the love I knew she had for you. Although you never met I know the bond will be strong as I tell you the stories of who she was and why she had to leave so early.

Well you are a week old and I wonder what this life has to offer you. I look forward to being by your side as you discover all the new and interesting things it will send your way. I lay here beside you, feeling your heart beat beneath my hand, and know that the love I feel will grow stronger with each passing day.



For now and Always,

Love Mom

Pat Sinclair 2010

Welcome Home

A snow white dove
Settles softly
Upon the Red Roses.

Family grieves
As you
Leave them behind.

Loved ones gone ahead
Gather
To welcome you.

Jesus holds your hand
Whispering
“Welcome Home”.
Pat Sinclair 2010

BLANKET OF COMFORT

It was like climbing to the top of the world. The road rose steadily curving slightly as it climbed heavenward. When I finally reached the top and walked through the gate I knew I would be there for a while.

The cemetery was small but full of the towns love for the ones who had went on before. To the right is the grave of a small child; there are too many of these in our area. They were born and they died in a time I do not understand from illnesses we survive today. It was the perfect place to be laid to rest. I walked forward knowing that each step would bring me closer to my destination. Slowly I walked saying the name on each stone I passed although I only knew one person resting here. Reaching the center I stopped long enough to look out over the small town. It was beautiful with the Sun shining down on the rooftops. There is the old school and although it is no longer in use I can almost hear the laughter coming from the playground. I only had a short distance left to go so I continued on. As the ground dipped downward I saw the tree where he had been laid to rest.

"Hello David, Sorry I don't get by more often but as you know we live so far away." after wiping away the tears I continued, "I just want to sit here for a while and remember all the good times we had together."

The smell was strong as I awoke there in the shadow of the tree; its branches reaching out as if guarding his grave. I had fallen asleep in this peaceful place awaking to the smell of the flowers. I had placed a blanket of flowers, thick and soft as a carpet, to shield the area where he rested. The blanket so full of love and memories was an offering from his family and friends. Each and every flower was placed with a tear or a bit of laughter, stories and memories that had been told with love. There are many flowers, like the one for the day he was born and also for the day he died. Over there is the one for his first word and beside it is the one for his first step. The single red rose in the middle is for the love he had for his family. Every daisy, and there are many, represent friendship; each one placed by a friend to surround the rose. The sticks, greenery, and baby's-breath represent all the things David did that didn't seem important at the time but still touched our lives in some way. All had been brought together to make this beautiful gift shielding him from the elements of life.

It has been a little over three years since I received the call that didn't seem real. David had been killed in an automobile accident. He was only nineteen with so much love to give it was wrong to end like this. Today, Nov 6, 2007, is David's birthday and once again he is only nineteen. He should be twenty-three and looking forward to having a great day.

Please reply to this and add your "flower" to David's Blanket.

Krispy Kreme

Have you ever noticed when you have finally decided to become serious about your diet up pops a Krispy Kreme Shop with the HOT light on.  Ok so I was a little out of my way when I saw the sign but it still had to be an omen, right? Right?

Well anyway I bought two dozen doughnuts and drove home with out even lifting the lid, talk about will power.  Once I got home though all bets were off as I lifted the lid of the top box and the smell of the very fresh and still hot doughnuts wafted up and enveloped me.  I ate one and knew if I didn't get them out of my site I would devour more, ok a lot more.  I knew this box of mixed doughnuts would wait till the boys got off work but the hot ones didn't have a chance. 

I was good though and didn't eat any more, I picked them up and took them straight to the management office and gave them to the fine people who keep my appartment complex in tip top shape.  They are 'good people' and every now and again they need to be told.  I hope they enjoyed the treat because I really didn't need the calories what with a dozen doughnuts left and two hours until my sons got off work.

One of these days I will hit a point where a diet will stay with me and I will be able to say no to food.  I do enjoy the tastes and textures of food not to mention the aroma.  I need to find a better way to make the things I love without going overboard, until then I will try to put my thoughts down on paper and not in my mouth in the form of chocolate AHHHHH.