Rose colored glasses…

johncoyote

 Rose colored glasses
My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass.
You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved.
We were just babies, 20 and 19 years old. Allowed words to be released, we could not keep.
I remember us. You and I dancing by the lake.
I was your Hemingway and you my Scottish girl trying to save my spirit from dying.
We had good German wine and long nights of embrace.
You told me often. I talk nonsense, always wearing rose colored glasses, making wishes to the stars and the moon.
I remember our last words. I forgive you Johnnie.
Dear Sheena, I never forgave myself. My Scottish girl dream.
I wish I could put on my rose colored glasses on and bring your body near. This time.
I would never release you.
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If I could, I would…

johncoyote

If I could, I would.
First words and last words, we cannot forget.
If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother.
She called me honey, dear and her baby boy.
She was my safe-haven for 50 years.
I miss her voice, I miss her face and I miss her kind words.
“Remember sweetie, grandma is here for you, if needed.”
Grandpa Reyes lived in Detroit and he took care of me and my sister.
Never a great talker and I tried to see him weekly.
He gave everything to me and my sister,
he never complained and his advice was solid and wise.
Good men love and take care of their family.
Please visit me more and if you need anything, just ask.
The Friday phone call at 8 pm on Friday. I called my father weekly.
We would talk and laugh for…

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – March 3

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 63 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Life is an endless parade of challenges, exciting experiences, and thrilling activities all competing for your time, attention, and energy. The glitter and glam captures your attention, turns your head, and you forget about doing what makes you happy. While having multiple interests speaks to your personal freedom and your right to choose, the fragmented focus can keep you from following your passion and derail the attainment of your goals.

What activity lights your eyes, sets fire to your soul, and penetrates every fiber of your being? If it makes you happy to sing, then sing. If your feet yearn to dance, allow them to…

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