age – memories and nonsense take 2

babbling about age
joints (a different kind)
that ache in rain
sounds of oohs and aaahs
stiff bones –  (sat too long)
bending with a sock

wrinkles (don’t get me started)
tired arches – heels too high
energy zapped
end of the day (do I have to cook)
tablets – herbs- vitamins
body rattles walking pharmacy

one could ask (no I do ask)
how much to they alleviate
placebos of the mind
thinking of ahead
walking sticks (possibly frames)
be gone with you

for ageing brings memories
smack bang – the hippocampus
of daisy chains
Hendrix – Joplin
laughter sitting cross legged
gunji – beer

music deafening
rattling walls – parents
banging loud on doors
escaping through the
flywire screens –
just a sleep over at my
friends…

riding bareback
flirting with the boys
hikes in forests
watching the sunrise
all night movie marathons
popcorn – hugs in the
backrow

age – best not to think
of what is left – how to
mark our days
think of
who we were
what we did
we may be older
but inside (where we live)
nothing’s really changed

Just being happy

I am sitting here listening to CAT STEVENS…

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my memories float back to open fields and daisy chains
to laughter and love between old friends
to happy times and smiles that brimmed
to carefree days and moon lit nights
to guitars that strummed
plectrum flicking strings
voices pretending we could sing
and skirts held high dancing on soft sand
as water lapped ankles and the moon held grand
to swirling and to soft kisses
in tender age of unknowing
he takes me back to all these things
to all that hides within my heart
to memories of how things use to be
so play a song that reminds you
of how you were how you loved and laughed
rejoiced in the world without a care
and take yourself back
pretend that you
are there

As a tree grew so did love

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

“Tell me about Molly, grandfather, please?” Ewan pleaded, as they nestled against the gnarled tree.

Eugene looked into his grandson’s eyes and saw himself many years ago, a curious youth.

“Molly be the first girl I stole a kiss from, red flowing curls, eyes as blue as the ocean, skin like milk, lips the colour of strawberries, aye such a beauty”.

“In fact this very tree is where we kissed.”

Ewan blushed. “Did you hide grandfather, because you were my age, behind the tree, so no one caught you?”

“No”, Eugene laughed, “your grandmother and I never hid our love from anyone”.

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102 words For Friday Fictioneers  http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/04/03/5-april-2013/#comments

Tell a 100 word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

I am livid!

I have anger tonight over an issue with my daughters car which was in a panel beaters being fixed and the hire car they gave her, the fact that the repairer is now holding her car to ‘ransom’ as she put a minuscule dint in the hire car. 😦 They are using bullying tactics and demand that the $1500.00 excess be paid prior to her being able to take her car back.

It’s involved and Mr. S tomorrow is seeking legal advise. I spoke to the gentleman arrogant pig at the Repair shop who could only offer “I know how you feel etc but that’s how it is”. No it isn’t sunshine and you haven’t heard the end of this. She (daughter) has said she can pay in instalments as she hasn’t got $1500.00 – they/he won’t accept that and won’t release her car till it is paid in full. The contract that she signed states nothing to this effect btw. I spoke to him…I am livid… this is my writing for tonight.

Cruelty or abuse
not in the form
of a strike by hand
Bullying and power
against the young who know
not how to defend

Advantage taken for greed
circumstance they care not
legality they uphold trying
to bluff the
submissive

Be prepared for my revenge
and what may follow for
you may say ‘you understand’
where I am coming from
but you do not know the extent
to which it shall be taken

Do not sleep well at night
for the dollars you hope to get
as word of mouth travels fast
and your ‘service’ is one that
that shan’t be let off lightly

she has her rights as you claim
to have, but compensation that you
seek will in the end not be your
reward it will be your undoing
you will lose out when
all is said is done
your bullying and stand over tactics
will be ignored

you don’t deserve any more
you are showing your greed
praying on those that that you think
have no voice

you are wrong…so very wrong

Writing to my younger self…what would I say?

Whilst reading a post response from one of my lovely followers http://meditatingmummy@wordpress.com 

I wanted to write this post. I do hope that MM will forgive me, for it may seem that I am stealing her idea, but in honesty I had thought of doing this after writing my post for the Word press Challenge.

So please forgive me MM if I have taken anything away from you, for that was not my intent.

 

What should I say to you if I turned back the clock and you were young…would you do anything differently?

What amount of wisdom could I impart on your young and naive soul..and you would believe me?

What words would I say to protect you and make sure you felt no pain…ever?

What knowledge could I impart that you could see the world from another ones eyes and not just your own…some?

 

Should I teach you not to be selfish?  To think not only of yourself but of others…Yes.

Should I teach you to be respectful to others and to put yourself in their shoes …Yes

Should I teach you to be considerate and endeavour to bring joy and your heart to those that care for you…Yes

Should I teach you to have an opinion of your own and stand true and strong to it…Yes

 

Would I tell you that appearance isn’t everything and love can be found behind the outer shell…Yes

Would I tell you that having money is not the be all and end all of having a successful life...Yes

Would I tell you the future is so far ahead that you shouldn’t spend all your time thinking of it now…Yes

Would I tell you that friends will come and go in your life and those that are the most important will remain…Yes

 

Could I tell you that being young and confident and being able to love yourself for who you are is a good thing…Yes

Could I tell you to believe you are beautiful inside and out and not to follow those that aren’t…Yes

Could I tell you that you will experience heart ache in your life but you shall survive…Yes

Could I tell you to care about your life style now for it may bring harm to you later on…Yes

 

Shall I comfort you by saying it is all right to get angry or jealous with others but not to hold onto those feelings..Yes

Shall I comfort you by saying you don’t have to prove anything to anybody only to yourself…Yes

Shall I comfort you by saying that life is such a precious gift and not to take anything for granted…Yes

Shall I comfort you by saying you can strive and make what you want of your life no matter what others say…Yes

 

If I tell you that you will have more than one love in this world would you believe me…Yes

If I tell you that broken hearts and stomachs that feel they have been cut will heal…Yes

If I tell you that changing yourself for some one else is wrong…Yes

If I tell you that there is a special someone whom you may not meet for many years to come will appear…Yes

 

Can I tell you that you that your life will have so many twists and turns it will make your head spin…Yes

Can I tell you that you will experience so many new and different moments than what you think you will…Yes

Can I tell you that life will throw a curve ball now and then and it will only make you stronger…Yes

Can I tell you that life really is too short and to make the most of what you have and do now…Yes

 

With love shall I whisper to respect others, the frail, the elderly, the disabled, the maimed…Yes I shall

With love shall I whisper not to forget who you are, what you stand for and your beliefs…Yes I shall

With love shall I whisper not to hold onto guilt for something that you may do in your youth… Yes I shall

With love shall I whisper you do have faults, for no one is perfect…Yes

 

But with so much love shall I whisper to myself that all of these things make up who I am and that who I am now will not be who I shall become…I am me…for better or for worse and either way the world is waiting to receive..I am waiting to receive it…..

Yes…Yes I shall

 

My Dad – Affectionately ‘Pop’

For my Pop,

This is what I wrote & read to my father not so long ago.

For the last few months I have thought more and more about wanting to sit with you and say what I am about to. Instead I being the writer have written those words and will read it, as hopefully I shall find this easier.

What can a daughter say to her father, that I love you totally? Admire your courage to survive your upbringing, your strength to conquer against all odds your escape during the war. Your tenacity to fight for a better life, not only for yourself but for my mother and your children.

You are a man of dignity and honesty. You have been and still are a wonderful husband to mum and a truly devoted and loving father to your children. You have always been there to support and encourage and give me much-needed advice. You have been the disciplinarian when needed when I was younger, the confidant as I grew and the person I could rely on.

Every daughter will say their father is the best, but of you it is true. It is a pity we don’t ‘know’ the man before they became our father, as I would have liked to have known you in your youth, or a young man, but then again are you so different from then to now? As life rolls by I have so many memories of you and my life is the better for it. I would not change one moment, nor one day.

I have wanted to say these things to you for sometime and even though I pray with my entire being that you will be with me for many years to come, reality means that may not be so. This is why I say this to you now, because I do not want to miss the opportunity of not being able to tell you. I adore you Pop, you will always be with me on this earth or when your time comes to leave it. Perhaps believe in the ever after, so that I can still talk to you and know that you are around me. No words shall comfort my grief or pain when you are not here to talk to or laugh with. I shall remember playing childhood games with you, I shall remember sharing a loaf of bread and a full piece of salami in a car with you and not having anything to cut them with. Our memories will being a smile to my heart. I love you unconditionally and respect you as my father and as a human being.

You have brought me up well and taught me well and for that I am eternally grateful.

You are in my heart and so much a part of me, that tears well in my eyes as I write these words.

But I wanted to say them – had to say them. I am so proud to be your daughter and even more proud that you Pop are my father. So with this I close, I wipe the tears and I vow to spend as much time with you as I can. I love you.

I shared this with you, to implore those that may read it, to say what they feel to their parents, before the chance has been taken from you.  I did and I have made peace within myself, that when his time does come he will know my thoughts and how much I love him. I held his hand and struggled with the tears as I read this to him, but I had the opportunity to do so and for that I am happy.

Remember the lyrics to Mike and the Mechanics Song  The Living Years-

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say