Monthly Archives: June 2016

The Letter – Part 8


All previous chapters of this series may be found HERE.

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The Letter – Part 8

“I think I need to sit.” 

Laura’s mother pulled a chair close tapping the seat. “I’m so sorry Laura. I’m sorry we kept this from you, but your father promised Tom…”

“And I am a man of my word, Laura. You know that.” Her father interjected. “But your mom is right. Grace should know. We had hoped it would not be us who had to tell her.”

“Well, I don’t understand. How is this possible, if June is Grace’s biological mother, and you’re telling me that Tom…oh god, this is worse than I ever imagined.”

“I know dear,” Marge reached for her daughter’s hand to console her. 

“Well, of course I have to tell. But how can I tell her?! Is there more I should know?”

Marge leaned closer to Laura and told her everything; Annie’s miscarriages and Tom’s heartache when Annie rejected him, the weakness that led him into the arms of another woman. But not just any woman, Annie’s own sister, June. And the lies that followed.

“Oh god! Do you think Annie knew?”

Laura’s father broke his silence, “Tom said he planned to tell her. But I don’t know if he ever did. His health took a turn after we spoke.”

“I hate this! My poor friend! But a promise is a promise, right dad?” Laura glanced over at her father who nodded approvingly. “Looks like I need to grab a few more bottles of wine and some take-out. I’ll call Danny and tell him he has the kids again tonight. This can’t wait. Grace is heading back home this weekend.”

“I’ll say a prayer for you both, Laura. I know it’ll be hard. But, better coming from you, her good friend, than from that aunt of hers or the rumor mill in this town. Let us know if there is anything we can do.”

“Thanks Mom. I love you guys. Um…one more thing….while we’re on the subject, are you two keeping any family secrets I should know about?” Laura’s playful tone didn’t mask the fact that she was dead serious.

Marge chuckled, “Oh my dear no! Our family is so boring!” She looked into Laura’s pleading eyes adding, “No secrets, Laura. Really.”

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It was the hardest day yet for Grace. Going through her mother’s personal things; her jewelry, her clothes with lingering hints of Annie’s favorite White Shoulders perfume. Grace packed most of it to take to the Goodwill, keeping a few silk scarves and her mother’s gold and diamond jewelry. As she removed the bed linens for laundering and slid the dust ruffle from between the mattress and box spring an envelope drifted to the floor.

“Oh Mom, really? I don’t think I can take anymore of your letters. Why couldn’t you just tell me while you were still here…” Grace knelt down, lifting the envelope, her eyes welling with tears.

“To my Gracie” it said, in her father’s familiar handwriting. With trembling fingers she slid the letter from the envelope.

My Dear Gracie,

I love you more than you will ever know, but there is something you should know about your old man. You always believed the best of me, thought I could do no wrong. But I am human and did a terrible thing. Your darling mother forgave me. I hope you can too.

Before you were born, your mom and I tried for years to have a family, but it seemed it was not meant to be. After the last miscarriage your mom told me to leave. Forever. It broke my heart Grace. Annie was everything to me, but she wouldn’t let it go. And so I left.

I should have gone home that night, but I didn’t. I went to see June, to see if she could talk some sense into her sister. I’ve regretted that night ever since, except for one thing. My weak, stupid actions brought me you. 

All these years, watching you grow, knowing that you were a part of me, living a lie. I am so proud of the woman you’ve become, Gracie, but you should know that I’m not the man you thought I was. You are the only good thing I ever did. I know I don’t deserve it, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. 

You’ll always be my Grace. I love you,

Dad


Slyboots – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

Today’s word of the Day on Dictionary.com is slyboots.

The Cambridge Dictionary defines slyboots as “a person who avoids showing or telling other people what he or she is thinking or intending.”

The Word Detective says that sly boot is a cousin to the term “sneaky Pete”.

“…The Oxford English Dictionary defines “sly boots” as “a sly, cunning, or crafty person; one who does things on the sly,” and notes that the phrase is usually applied in “mild or jocular use.” It’s not a phrase used in anger, in other words, but the sort of thing you say when you discover you’ve been mildly deceived (“Oh, you sly boots. You snuck a seventeenth kitten into the house!”).

“Sly boots” is a very old phrase, defined (“a seeming silly, but subtle Fellow”) in Nathan Bailey’s 1721 Dictionary of Canting and Thieving Slang, and probably a good deal older. “Sly,” of course, means “cunning, clever or wily,” and comes from an Old Norse word meaning “crafty.” “Boots” is the interesting bit, originally, in the 17th century, used as slang for a servant in a hotel who cleaned the guests’ boots. It was also used to mean the most junior officer of a regiment or member of a club, the one most likely to be stuck with menial chores (“My chief resistance to discipline was at mess where I could not brook the duties of Boots..,” 1806). “Boots,” used as a synonym of “fellow,” also found its way into various humorous and colloquial phrases of the period, such as “smooth boots” (one who is adept at flattery and manipulation), “clumsy boots” and “lazy boots.” These phrases are rarely heard today, but I think there’s an excellent case for bringing back “smooth boots,” especially here in the US. It is, after all, an election year.”

It seems that dictionary.com is enjoying this election season here in the US. Try as I might to avoid political commentary, politics seems to be a running theme! Here’s my Haiku!

Slyboots say, “trust me”
as if they truly mean it…
Trust me…they do not!


kat ~ 10 June 2016


Spring Migration

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“Blue Expanse” by Arkady Rylov

With wind bloated sails Snow Geese head due North
clipping through choppy swells sparked by the spring thaw
the frigate splinters remnant ice shards along ancient aerial pathways
on her maiden spring voyage piloted by instinctual murmurs
across the frigid brackish sea embedded in their DNA,
as cumulus clusters a gaggling cacophony of lusty honks
hang low in the cerulean sky, trumpeting their arrival
a profound sight to behold to land dwellers on the shore.

kat ~ 9 June 2016

A Cleave Poem* for Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge inspired by the painting “Blue Expanse” by Arkady Rylov and by the prompt words: aerial, profound, murmur, splintering, spark. If you would like to give this challenge a try, or read other examples, click HERE for more info.

*To read a Cleave Poem (which is three poems in one), begin by reading the first column on the left in bold letters from top to bottom, then read the second column on the right in italicized text, and finally read each line across.

 


Echoes of my Neighborhood

BumperSnickers! That’s what I like to call this week’s Echoes. Actually, I didn’t realize what a challenge this idea would be. A decade or more ago, bumper stickers were everywhere! But when I decided to actually capture a few snapshots, I discovered that it is a dying form of passive communication. We have gravitated to other means  of speaking our mind…Twitter, blogs, social media, “memes” and vanity plates! I spend just under an hour to and from work each day on the road, so I do find them entertaining. At any rate, I did manage to snap a few while I was out and about.  Happy Thursday!

I do actually…well not me…my dog! I have an English Mastiff. Drool is everywhere from floor to ceiling. We keep wipe rags on hand just in case!

I can relate to this one! My dog is my BFF! 🙂

Now this is more like it! Reminds me of the good old bumper sticker days!!!

Something tells me this person knows how to take life easy…:)

This one is definitely interesting!

What they said…I consider myself one of the sane ones.

Alma Maters are popular in my neighborhood!

A utility vehicle. Pinch point does not sound good.

I see this often. I like it. Why can’t we all just get along…

A profession of faith…

Had to throw this one in. Not a bumper sticker per se…but definitely a fun message! Ha!
This is a weekly feature inspired by Jacqueline at her blog A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales. 


At Dusk – A Haiku

Amber light dances
atop wind fluttered oak trees
gloaming on the cusp.

kat ~ 8 June 2016

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words Top & Light.