THE WRITE DIRECTION PROMPT:
Choose your favorite boxed, bagged, or canned food and using all the ingredients write something.
You do have to use all the ingredients.
You do have to use words in body of writing even if used in title.
You do not have to write about the food you have chosen.
You do not have to use them in any kind of order.
(Potato Chips)
Potatoes Vegetable
Oil Sunflower
Corn And
Or Salt
No Preservatives
GRANDMA’S SPEECH
“My son has asked me to stand in for him tonight,” the lady had to have been in her late eighties, her more salt than pepper hair trying to hang onto an oversized sunflower barrette. She started reading from a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, “he has been unavoidably restrained”.
A young woman came up beside her and whispered, “Grandma that note was meant for me.”
“Oh, no it wasn’t young lady; he wanted me to read his speech so you just stand there and behave.” Moving a step away from her granddaughter she started over. “He has been unavoidably restrained” she stated.
“That’s detained, grandma.”
“What?”
“Detained grandma, he was unavoidably detained.”
“That’s what I said, now where was I? I would like to thank all the represervatives of our company for coming tonight.” She stopped talking as the audience burst out in laughter.
“Representatives, grandma,” the young woman whispered, her face glowing with embarrassment.
Turning, one hand on her hip the other pointing at the young woman, she said, “quit interrupting me, you’re spoiling my speech.” Returning her attention once again to the audience she continued.
“I hope you all enjoyed your dinner, but how could anyone have enjoyed those lumpy potatoes is beyond me.”
“GRanDma!”
“Well, they were lumpy and the corn was cold,” she continued, “the vegetable salad was wilted too. Now for the awards I will turn things over to my granddaughter, Lisa”.
“Thank you, grandma,” Lisa started.
“That’s Grandmother to you, young lady,” she said in a huff as she left the stage.
04 August 2011
07 July 2011
The Big Day
Writing prompt: picture of Bride and flowergirl looking out of doorway.
THE BIG DAY
Sun shone through the open window letting her know it was finally time to get up. She had not rested well; the excitement in her built, making sleep almost impossible. Every time she woke she would look over to make sure her dress was still there. It was a beautiful dress, white with hand embroidered roses along the collar, and it was hers. She would wear it proudly today as she walked down the isle, holding her head high; the flowers in her hands reminding her of a rainbow nestled in soft clouds.
She heard footsteps, and the creaking of the door as the knob was turned and it was carefully pushed inward.
“Time to get up, sweetheart”, her mother said as she peeked inside, “we have a lot to do today.”
“I’m so excited,” she said as she jumped from the bed and ran over to hug her.
“I am too, but we need to get a move on if we want to get everything done before the photographer gets here.”
She saw the look on her mothers face and wanted to tell her not to worry. This day had been planned out so well nothing should go wrong. The noise level in the house grew as workers rushed around to make sure everything was set up for the ceremony. She would be leaving soon for the salon to be pampered for the day, along with her mother and sister. Her father would stay home to make sure everyone worked hard to make her day perfect.
By the time they returned home the house was quiet as the workers had moved into the garden to finish. The photographer had arrived and was set up in the den waiting for the bridal party.
While the women dressed, the groom, his family, and groomsmen posed for pictures. When they were done they retired to the garden patio so the bride would not be seen on her walk to the den.
She felt beautiful as she joined the wedding party to have her photo taken. It was a nice chaos as everyone was positioned over and over again. The pictures of the whole party together would be taken after the ceremony while the guests gathered to eat.
……….
Picking up her flowers she stepped onto the runner leading up the aisle to where the groom was waiting. She took one step then another forgetting about being nervous. It was her time, all eyes were on her. Holding her head high she took a handful of the colorful rose petals that filled her basket, spreading her fingers wide let them fall to the carpet. When she reached the front she turned and watched as her sister made her way to join them.
Before long the service was over, the pictures had all been taken, the food eaten, and it was finally time to say goodbye. Joining hands with Becky and Joe she walked them to their car. After being assured they would be home soon she kissed them goodbye then turned to find her mother.
It had been a long day and she was tired. She was proud of her big sister, even if she didn’t understand anything about marriage, and she knew she was happy. The house was quiet as all the guests finally left. Curled up on the couch, beside her mother, she fell asleep.
THE BIG DAY
Sun shone through the open window letting her know it was finally time to get up. She had not rested well; the excitement in her built, making sleep almost impossible. Every time she woke she would look over to make sure her dress was still there. It was a beautiful dress, white with hand embroidered roses along the collar, and it was hers. She would wear it proudly today as she walked down the isle, holding her head high; the flowers in her hands reminding her of a rainbow nestled in soft clouds.
She heard footsteps, and the creaking of the door as the knob was turned and it was carefully pushed inward.
“Time to get up, sweetheart”, her mother said as she peeked inside, “we have a lot to do today.”
“I’m so excited,” she said as she jumped from the bed and ran over to hug her.
“I am too, but we need to get a move on if we want to get everything done before the photographer gets here.”
She saw the look on her mothers face and wanted to tell her not to worry. This day had been planned out so well nothing should go wrong. The noise level in the house grew as workers rushed around to make sure everything was set up for the ceremony. She would be leaving soon for the salon to be pampered for the day, along with her mother and sister. Her father would stay home to make sure everyone worked hard to make her day perfect.
By the time they returned home the house was quiet as the workers had moved into the garden to finish. The photographer had arrived and was set up in the den waiting for the bridal party.
While the women dressed, the groom, his family, and groomsmen posed for pictures. When they were done they retired to the garden patio so the bride would not be seen on her walk to the den.
She felt beautiful as she joined the wedding party to have her photo taken. It was a nice chaos as everyone was positioned over and over again. The pictures of the whole party together would be taken after the ceremony while the guests gathered to eat.
……….
Picking up her flowers she stepped onto the runner leading up the aisle to where the groom was waiting. She took one step then another forgetting about being nervous. It was her time, all eyes were on her. Holding her head high she took a handful of the colorful rose petals that filled her basket, spreading her fingers wide let them fall to the carpet. When she reached the front she turned and watched as her sister made her way to join them.
Before long the service was over, the pictures had all been taken, the food eaten, and it was finally time to say goodbye. Joining hands with Becky and Joe she walked them to their car. After being assured they would be home soon she kissed them goodbye then turned to find her mother.
It had been a long day and she was tired. She was proud of her big sister, even if she didn’t understand anything about marriage, and she knew she was happy. The house was quiet as all the guests finally left. Curled up on the couch, beside her mother, she fell asleep.
20 May 2011
Lil' Debbie
There are many Little Debbies
Out there to try,
Like Banana Pudding
And Marshmallow Pie.
Fudge Brownies and
Cloud Cakes will get you by,
Blueberry Crème
Is another I’ll try.
Cakes like chocolate
Red Velvet and Spice
Boston Crème and
S’mores also is nice.
Gingerbread Cookies or
Peppermint Swiss,
Are great but let’s not forget
Pumpkin Muffins and Cheese Danish.
Shortcakes, Donuts, and Rolls
Will not be the same,
Treats, bars and swirl
There are too many to name,
I will have to admit
If you are taking a poll,
My favorite Little Debbie is
Swiss Cake Roll.
Pat Sinclair
20 May 2011
Out there to try,
Like Banana Pudding
And Marshmallow Pie.
Fudge Brownies and
Cloud Cakes will get you by,
Blueberry Crème
Is another I’ll try.
Cakes like chocolate
Red Velvet and Spice
Boston Crème and
S’mores also is nice.
Gingerbread Cookies or
Peppermint Swiss,
Are great but let’s not forget
Pumpkin Muffins and Cheese Danish.
Shortcakes, Donuts, and Rolls
Will not be the same,
Treats, bars and swirl
There are too many to name,
I will have to admit
If you are taking a poll,
My favorite Little Debbie is
Swiss Cake Roll.
Pat Sinclair
20 May 2011
16 May 2011
SUNSET
Surprise me with your beauty
Until your journey rests beyond my sight,
Never to view your wonder, fills me,
Saddens me, until evening comes,
Every night becomes a ritual
Till the morrow when you visit once more.
Until your journey rests beyond my sight,
Never to view your wonder, fills me,
Saddens me, until evening comes,
Every night becomes a ritual
Till the morrow when you visit once more.
13 May 2011
TOMORROW
Night is dark, unending,
Erie and quiet.
Crowding, pushing you forward,
Toward the unknown.
Rain, cold and wet.
Pelting from heaven,
An unstoppable beat,
Soaking you to the bone.
Fear, deep and disturbing,
Settles over you, around you.
The unknown, closed within the night,
Freezing you in place.
Hope begins to fill you,
Attacking the darkness.
No matter what your day,
Tomorrow will bring the light.
Pat Sinclair
12 May 2011
16 March 2011
Length of Time
Although the days are now longer the year is advancing at a unusually rapid pace. The older I get the hours of the day seem to be filled with fewer minutes, the weeks with fewer hours and the months with fewer days. How does a person handle moving at such a speed when the world around them seems to have stopped?
06 August 2010
Celebrate Her
A tear slides gently down her cheek
Leaving a trail to mark its path,
Giving notice of her heart
Remembering years gone by.
She was a daughter
Born into a world full of hate,
Left alone to grow
Into a woman full of love.
Sister to three brothers
Allowing her to be herself,
Giving her room to bloom
Protecting her from harm.
A wife who was loved
Before it was taken from her,
Teaching her an injured heart
Will heal with time.
She is a mother
Full of undying love for her sons,
Support, Pride, and Encouragement
For what they have become.
She is grown now
Having survived half a century,
Living to the fullest
Loving and being loved.
Pat Sinclair 2010
Leaving a trail to mark its path,
Giving notice of her heart
Remembering years gone by.
She was a daughter
Born into a world full of hate,
Left alone to grow
Into a woman full of love.
Sister to three brothers
Allowing her to be herself,
Giving her room to bloom
Protecting her from harm.
A wife who was loved
Before it was taken from her,
Teaching her an injured heart
Will heal with time.
She is a mother
Full of undying love for her sons,
Support, Pride, and Encouragement
For what they have become.
She is grown now
Having survived half a century,
Living to the fullest
Loving and being loved.
Pat Sinclair 2010
05 August 2010
Nothing
Before me are steps that lead the way
Climbing to nowhere,
Through mist of thought…
Toward nothing.
Before me is a doorway
Framing the unknown.
Suggestions of hope for more…
Still nothing.
Before me are stones
Placed to create a wall of silence,
Embracing my creativity…
Then nothing.
Before me are plants
Giving color to my reality.
Bringing dreams alive before fading…
Into nothing.
Before me is the way
To the unknown,
Before me is everything…
Yet nothing.
pat sinclair 2010
Climbing to nowhere,
Through mist of thought…
Toward nothing.
Before me is a doorway
Framing the unknown.
Suggestions of hope for more…
Still nothing.
Before me are stones
Placed to create a wall of silence,
Embracing my creativity…
Then nothing.
Before me are plants
Giving color to my reality.
Bringing dreams alive before fading…
Into nothing.
Before me is the way
To the unknown,
Before me is everything…
Yet nothing.
pat sinclair 2010
27 July 2010
Untitled
Start your writing with: "Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled."
Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled. Her heart beating wildly, the excitement she felt threatening to overwhelm her. She had only walked the two blocks to her apartment building but it felt as if she had run a marathon. She stumbled as she mistook the distance of the first step, her foot slid off as she began her accent; reaching out she grabbed the railing to keep from falling.
A single word was making her rethink where her life was taking her. Nothing would be the same now that it had been spoken. Touching the box again she whispered that word softly; yes.
Her smile widened, the wish she’d made on her eighth birthday was coming true. She was going to be a mother.
Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled. Her heart beating wildly, the excitement she felt threatening to overwhelm her. She had only walked the two blocks to her apartment building but it felt as if she had run a marathon. She stumbled as she mistook the distance of the first step, her foot slid off as she began her accent; reaching out she grabbed the railing to keep from falling.
A single word was making her rethink where her life was taking her. Nothing would be the same now that it had been spoken. Touching the box again she whispered that word softly; yes.
Her smile widened, the wish she’d made on her eighth birthday was coming true. She was going to be a mother.
09 July 2010
Vacation
Vacations can take you anywhere you want to go; from a period of time at home alone to the middle of a crowd somewhere far away. You may choose to climb Mt. Everest or dive off the Great Barrier Reef. How do you choose to spend the time allowed you each year by your employer? What goes into your decision on what to do and where to go?
I always choose to go home for my vacation to spend my time with family and friends. I don’t have to pay for a room and have multiple places to choose from. The food is always great and I don’t have to cook unless I wish to. I will take my hosts to a fine restaurant to thank them for their hospitality; or to a local place for takeout and enjoy the tastes of ‘home’. I could make the trip every couple of years or so; why do I choose to do it every year?
Visiting family and friends is not the only reason I feel the call of home. When I moved here I left my loved ones who had gone on before; I return to ‘visit’ them and place flowers upon their graves. It is the pull, to make sure their final resting place is not forgotten, that has me driving over four hundred miles one way every year.
Researching my genealogy and learning where I come from is vital on knowing where I am headed. Knowing my ancestors were ‘good people’ means a lot. It helps me know that my descendants have the ability to stand tall and move forward into their lives with this history behind them.
As long as this ‘pull’ remains strong I will make the journey once a year. Other vacation days will probably be spent at home, resting quietly. Who knows one day I might just fool myself and take a trip to the mountains or the ocean. The road ahead is open and holds so many possibilities.
Have a great vacation and remember me as you travel.
I always choose to go home for my vacation to spend my time with family and friends. I don’t have to pay for a room and have multiple places to choose from. The food is always great and I don’t have to cook unless I wish to. I will take my hosts to a fine restaurant to thank them for their hospitality; or to a local place for takeout and enjoy the tastes of ‘home’. I could make the trip every couple of years or so; why do I choose to do it every year?
Visiting family and friends is not the only reason I feel the call of home. When I moved here I left my loved ones who had gone on before; I return to ‘visit’ them and place flowers upon their graves. It is the pull, to make sure their final resting place is not forgotten, that has me driving over four hundred miles one way every year.
Researching my genealogy and learning where I come from is vital on knowing where I am headed. Knowing my ancestors were ‘good people’ means a lot. It helps me know that my descendants have the ability to stand tall and move forward into their lives with this history behind them.
As long as this ‘pull’ remains strong I will make the journey once a year. Other vacation days will probably be spent at home, resting quietly. Who knows one day I might just fool myself and take a trip to the mountains or the ocean. The road ahead is open and holds so many possibilities.
Have a great vacation and remember me as you travel.
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