Faster than the speed of Night. How the fate of one person can change the destiney of another.
North Texas had an unusually mild spring this year so far. Mother Nature noticed the oversight and decided to make up for lost time last night.
6 of us went out to a fawncy restaurant to celebrate my Mother-in-law’s 80th birthday. During the meal I could see a reflection of trees whipping around in a mirror across the room. The trees were not just blowing in one direction; they were whipping around like they were in a washing machine. That is never a good sign.
I started to get antsy but kept telling myself that it was just because I was with the in-laws. I even ordered a second gin & tonic which is unusual for me when dining with them. A little after 8:00 pm we stood outside saying our goodbyes. The wind came up and we were all standing there with our hair peaking up on top of our…
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So funny that He(Brews) means that you have the last laugh! (^_^)
I want to make one thing clear. I’m making this post because Mr. Husband ordered me to do so. 🙂 I also need to inform Webster’s dictionary that half has been redefined to mean one-quarter of a cup. All is fair in love, war and now coffee.
He poured the remainder of the pot of coffee and I said “hey, I just wanted a warm up on mine.” He offered to share and so I poured some in my cup. In my defense my coffee cup was already half full, but when he compared our cups it looked like I hogged all the coffee. He burst out laughing and I retreated to the patio with my purloined coffee. He made another pot so it’s not like that was the last coffee on earth…sheesh!
To make it up to him, I purchased some raspberries for him to use in his protein…
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My four-year old sister and I have seen what no child should have witness.
Fireflies have chosen us.
Stay away from my sister!
The souls of light have chosen her.
The fireflies are transformed into firebombs.
Villages around us are tuned into brimstone and ashes.
Our own mother is swept up in the rapture.
Our own aunt has turned her back towards us.
By the fireflies, we are not welcome.
We find a grave in the caves.
And everyday the fireflies visit my sister.
“Why my sister,” I asked the gods.
The gods have made it clear with these words,
“Her time has come.”
hoping to keep my sister alive.
With Mom’s money I brought my sister a watermelon.
She is frail and weak from hunger.
Like a fool,
I left my sister,
believing I’ve defected the god of death.
The god of death came in the form of fireflies.
Death had claimed my best friend.
In a world of loneliness,
I spent the last of my meaningless money to buy my sister a coffin.
I watched the coffin turn into amber.
Amber that transformed into fireflies.
All I have of my sister are her ashes in a candy-tin.
A crazy 14-year old man enraged in madness.
September 21,1945 was the day that my life came to an end.
This poem was inspired by the war anime “Grave of the Fireflies”.
Go for broke!
Watashi no 4-sai no imōto, furui mono to watashi wa kodomo ga mokugeki shite inai hazudesu nani o mitekimashita. Hotaru wa watashitachi o erabimashita. Chigau! Ane kara hanarete taizai! Shikashi Hikari no tamashī wa kanojo o erabimashita. Hotaru wa, shōidan ni henkan sa remasu. Watashitachi no mawari no mura wa iō to hai ni chōsei sa rete imasu. Watashitachi jishin no haha ga kanki ni nomikoma rete iru. Watashitachi jishin no oba wa, watashitachi ni mukatte senaka o muketa. Hotaru ni yori, wareware wa kangei sa rete imasen. Watashitachiha, dōkutsu de haka o mitsukeru. To nichijō no hotaru wa watashi no imōto o hōmon. ” Naze watashi no imōto wa,” watashi wa kami ni tazuneta. Kamigami wa, korera no kotoba de, sore ga akiraka ni natta ” Kanojo no toki ga kita. ” Watashi ga nusumu Imōto ga iki tsudzukeru koto o nozon de. Mama no okane de watashi wa suika o imōto o motarashita. Kanojo ga kyojaku to kiga kara yowai. Orokamono no yō ni, Watashi wa, watashi no imōto o nokoshi Watashi wa shi no kami o tōsō shita to shinjite. Shinigami wa, hotaru no katachi de kimashita. Shi wa watashi no shin’yū o shuchō shite ita. Kodoku no sekaide wa, Watashi wa imōto hitsugi o kōnyū suru watashi no muimina okane no saigo o sugoshita. Watashi wa kohaku ni hitsugi no tān o mimashita. Hotaru ni henshin sono anbā. Watashi wa watashi no imōto no motsu subete ga kyandīsuzu no kanojo no haidesu. Kurutta 14-sai no otoko ga kyōki ni gekido. 9 Tsuki 21, 1945 wa, watashinojinsei wa owari ni kita hidatta. Chosha chū: Kono uta wa, sensō anime” hotarunohaka” ni shokuhatsu sa remashita. Kowashita tame ni iku!
Growing up with ‘Blue-eye’ soul
I’ve always want to go to places that are romantic.
Like the city of Montral, Canada.
And I’d always fall asleep dreaming of that magical place.
Go for broke!
For Mr. Barry Scott of the “Lost 45s” Boston, Ma!