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] Date Posted: 10:47:51 11/07/07 Wed Time Honey suckle, wild strawberry and pine as far as the eye can see... My boy and I loved this little place in the country. This house and the land around it belonged to my parents and they left it to me and Benny upon their passing. A much needed place to live after Benny's father left us high and dry in a run down apartment in the city. And for a time, that's all that we had was that place in the city. Time...In time things change... Time took me by the hand one breezy summer day, and as time would have it, I was having the time of my life on the fifth summer of living in this house. Time on this green land making friends with lady bugs and scouting out weeds to pluck in our garden. And as always, my little boy Benny was being his precocious self... A self made fort he had erected, stood on the back side of the property line, and it was from over there that I heard the last sound he would ever utter. His screen called to my every nerve as time stopped for the both of us. He died back there. Died while trying to hang a white piece of cloth on a tree limb that I had sown his name onto the night before. I was sure that wind and the weeds that surrounded his body, took my boy. And time. Time fooled me into believing in perfect days. That cloth with his name on it, it seemed to have had left with my boy. Time took over again as weeds consumed my life and everything once fresh rotted in my garden. I walked around on the property everyday looking for that white cloth. For some wishful reason, I thought that if I found that cloth, I'd kind my boy. Winter came blazing in, reminding me of how cold everything was and there was nothing that I could do about it but wait for time... Time to morn and time to watch the days waste away the hours of my need until spring and her morning glory open up to sun... Spring stormed in early but on this day, it seems like every Robin made its way back north and right into our old garden; plucking all that was left to seed; making a stir of a day that I didn''t care to make waves, or get out of bed for that matter. I drug myself out of bed among all that chirping. Chirping that seemed to turn to chatter and made my head feel two sizes too big. I slipped on an old pair of shoes and run outside to scare the birds away but one Robin remained as if willing me to make a wish on a first spring Robin. I wished that time would again take me by the hand. I wished that things would change even though I knew what change could take away. That Robin put her head down, picked at something and then pulled her head back up and in her beak, I saw a peace of string and then she flew away. In wonder, I walked over to the garden and went to the spot where that Robin was picking and there it was... Benny on white cloth among dead weeds in early spring. Time, in time can bring back what time takes away but time can't bring back my Benny. I planted Benny's name in this garden that morning. I buried that cloth deep in the hope of saving it from wind and weed and time. Today... Time takes me by the hand in this garden. The movers are packing up the last of the boxes. Benny my boy, it's time. copyright, Always Lisa [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Sasha [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 14:43:07 11/07/07 Wed  ~ dear Lisa, I am soooo glad to see this piece here... THIS piece is why I remember you....this is the piece that cemented your 'voice' in my soul memory...I cried the first time I read it, and I am welled up with emotion as I read it now.... don't ever stop writing, dear one....you have a gift!!! *kiwi hugs* Sash xx  [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Always Lisa [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 15:12:04 11/07/07 Wed Shoot, I think that I posted the first draft of this story because I'm seeing some spelling erors. Dang! I better go check! Lisa [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: andy [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 17:35:19 11/07/07 Wed Lisa, I am laughing out loud. Listen, if you need to repost the right copy dear we can get that done for you ok? We have the power. Ok, now on the story. I have read this story before but for some reason it seems a bit different. Did you change it at all over the years? Anyway, it's so good to read you again. Great story, great to have you here. What else can a happen man say? Well maybe, I'd like to know about them there boots! big hugs, andy [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Always Lisa [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 18:00:32 11/07/07 Wed Well Andy, a very long time ago you said to me once that you could picture me in a pair of go-go or thigh high boots. Now, you probably don't remember that but it's something that I got a huge kick out of. The story... I wish to heck I knew where the last draft was/is but this one isn't it. This one, the punctuation is a mess and I see spelling error though it's not much different from the final draft. It's normal for me to have a half dozen drafts and beat my writing to death. I'd be smart if I just numbered them. At any rate, if I find it, I'll come calling. Smiles* Lisa [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Always Lisa [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 18:03:19 11/07/07 Wed Sasha I don't what to say to you except you do wonders for my ego. Dang! Lisa [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: kristen. [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 09:11:16 12/15/07 Sat goodness, this piece certainly does hit one in the heart! [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Bagger Vance [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 09:30:24 01/18/08 Fri your use of 'time' intrigued him friend poetess.. he liked the way you 'sang' of it, in that, i guess, melancholy or melodic voice highlighting the bittersweetness of it all mayhap as you turn the prism for his eyes to see each facet and aspect... much respects to your pen [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |