To a child’s eye a lightning-bug outshines the brightest fixed star. ~O. P. Fitzgerald,Methodist clergyman, journalist, and educator
I Monkey here.
Every summer night, when Mama takes me outside for my Final Pee-Call, she stands around staring into the back yard.
What’s she looking for?
Sticks and stones are hard on bones.
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything,
But silence breaks the heart.
~Phyllis McGinley, Pulitzer Prize-winning American author of children’s books and poetry
You
Fooled me.
Or maybe
I fooled myself.
Earnestly craving
A peaceful atmosphere,
I acquiesced to many
Of your suggestions, traded dreams,
And hoped we’d never experience
Long, lonely years of silence between us.
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But something happened — what, I’m just not sure —
And here we are, stuck in this cold war.
No talking. No contact. Nothing,
When I’d hoped for so much more.
It hurts to realize
You’ve hardened your heart
And just don’t care
Anymore.
Okay,
Fine.
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree. “Et tu, Brute” were Caesar’s dying words in Shakespear’s play Julius Caesar to his friend Brutus, who sided with a clique to assassinate the ruler.
A friend dies or leaves us: we feel as if a limb was cut off. ~Thomas Jefferson, third President of the United States
My “tiny” break lasted longer than I’d anticipated … longer, in fact, than any other break I’ve taken since starting this blog a dozen or so years ago.
Thank you for your patience.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 