PeQUEUEliar ( new word)

Bizzare encounters/ obeservations when you’re waiting your turn in an endless queue.

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She stole him

She was special . No one had looked at him the way she did when he saw her for the first time . He wanted to hold her and kiss her and never let go . His wife , who was watching him closely , knew he would never be the same again , in fact nothing between them would ever be the same . She couldn’t keep those tears from falling as he held their baby girl for the first time .  Everyone in the room knew in that moment , the little girl had stolen his heart ❤️ .

This too shall pass

“I’ve seen better days, those good old days”

did I hear the tear drops say ?

“But am grateful it’s not worse than it is”

whispers the smile that finds its way

My shoulders droop , the body aches

Will they make it to another day ?

” Hold on ” it drums , that throbbing heart

“Neither pain nor pleasure will forever stay.”

 

The little things

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They make me smile

The little things

When my baby claps

And my grandma sings.

They make me smile

The little things

Wild flowers , dancing grass

Merry butterfly wings.

They make me smile

The little things

Paper boats , balloons

Seesaws and swings.

They kiss them all away

heartaches , wounds and stings

They make me smile

They make me smile

These precious little things.

 

 

 

 

You too ?

Of all that you’ve given me

That moment will always stay

when you struck me ,

my heart you wrenched

and the pain won’t go away.

That little hand I used to hold ,

When I taught you how to write ,

demolished in that moment ,

my dignity and my pride .

Your grudge is that I keep loving

the ones who have wronged me

But I am not you , I must admit,

I forgive quite easily .

Being merciful is weak you say

You’ve called me so many names

While you’re hurt with the pain they’ve inflicted on me

You’ve gone ahead and done the same .

Mr.Busy

She sat there with the unopened present in front of her . How could he leave without meeting her  ? Had he not received her letters ? She rushed to the main door, hoping to catch up but it was too late . She had specifically written about wanting to give him something special when he came over .  As she carefully hid the small box of sweets she had hoped he would like , she mumbled ,” I hope you’re not so busy next year, Santa . Merry Christmas .”

For better or worse ?

Looking into the mirror , she knew it hadn’t  gone the way they had intended it to . He had made a mess out of her. Tears rolled down as she stared at her lopsided face . He had promised to make her feel better about herself but there she was , struggling to smile and feeling cheated . As she wiped her tears , she knew she’d never see the cosmetic surgeon again .