Monday, December 24, 2012

Christmas Wish


May your night be warm,
And your light be bright.
Bless the stars to shine,
And steer you right.

Hold the babes close,
And think of this:
How you celebrate in your heart,
Is the real Christmas.

Though you are apart,
And you can't be near.
With thoughts of loneliness,
You can not bare.

Remember this:
Your love is true.
And strength of heart,
Will always keep them with you.

For you to give joy and love,
is the wish, to be true.
And above all else,
Know they will always love you.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Blade

Standing on the edge. I always seem to be standing on the edge.

I was not looking for this fight, they always seem to find me though. I list my options quickly, I know I only have moments to act, and as usual it does not take long to size up the situation. The three of them were there to kill me and I only had my sword and wits to prevent that.

The moment hung in the air like a change in the weather. I know the effect of my dark cloak moving in the air and my black hair shifting slightly in the breeze, making me seem a creature of the night. I had hoped it would of giving at least one of them pause. But then the first sword sliced the air to my left, as I quickly dodged the impetuous move and set my plan in motion.

Each step seemed to blur in the action of real time, but played out slowly and precisely in my mind. I saw how I rounded on short fast Ugly 1, catching his shoulder in a long cutting swipe causing him to drop his sword as he gripped his bleeding wound. First blood always gets their attention; their thoughts, like many before them, were that I would be an easy target due to my gender, and that my skill with the blade would not even compare to theirs. I am trying my best to make that first thought their very last action. As Ugly 1 staggered back, Ugly 2 gave me a thoughtful nod. He thought he was gonna think his way out of this, unlike his premature friend.

Uglier 3 took the moment to show of his impatience as well. Bending out of the way of an intended strike while keeping my balance tapped only a quarter of my skill, and I did it easily to Uglier's sweep. Shifting my weight my blade glided on it's course. Uglier's loss of his ear did not much improve his looks, but fueled his anger and more opportunities for him to make mistakes. As he rushed me I readied myself for what was next, turning my upward slice across his belly, carving an exit for Uglier's viscera to rush to the ground before him. Ugly 2 thought he had a plan until he witnessed my strength, so he let Ugly 1 make his last move.

Though he was faster than the other two, he was disabled to only using his dagger, I let a small smile play across my face, probably the coldest one he had ever seen. Sending in his best attack and thrust, I quickly transferred his speed into the unseen tip of my sword as I lodged it through his neck. Grabbing my baselard, I kicked Ugly 1 off my sword and turn to the attack coming from 2 who has waited his turn. Deflecting the blow, I swung around and caused him to spin onto my sword. It's that look I get, the one that says how did such a sweet creature as yourself cause my end, that makes this move one of my favorites.

A bit of smoke drifted over what was left of the battle field. I turned on my heel and made my way to where I had left Jaklin. One of the best battle beasts I had the luck to work with, he has never failed to feel and anticipate my next move, never wandered off while I dispatched the unfortunate. At one soft command, Jaklin started our journey to the nearest rest stop.


Friday, December 14, 2012

Love is..

Love is when you lay down with your grand kids listening to soft lullaby music and they fall right asleep without realizing they were so tired.

Love is when your daughter makes dinner tonight to give you a break.

Love is when your son gets home from the hospital and as he settles down on the couch, says "Thank you mom".

Love is when your high school graduate daughter wants to sleep on your couch when she feels sick.

Love is when your little boy asks you to play board games, so we won't get bored.

Love is when your teen-aged son stops what he is doing and walks over to hug you, and whispers in your ear "I love you mom".

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Being A Mom


Written originally Sept 28, 2007


Your baby is born, you are exhausted; you feel emotional and then when you are handed a bundle of blankets, the world stops and the bustle of the delivery room is stilled. If you are lucky enough to have a newborn that is wide awake and calm, you watch the wonder in their eyes as they blink away the bright lights and react to the cooing of your voice. Often you wonder how did you get so lucky to have such a wondrous and beautiful being that chose you to be their mom.

Your baby grows and learns little steps of independence in milestones, which you watch for carefully every day, and every hour. Your little bundle of joy is now a pretty demanding entity who knows exactly how to get your attention in the fastest way possible; whether it be a smile, a cry or just the gurgling noises of a baby learning to react to the world around her. You know he knows who you are, maybe not by name, but by the feeling of love you shower him in his every waking moment.

Your toddler is that baby who is not so much a baby anymore. You can tell from the way he responds to you and the world around him, he wants to go off on his own but have you hold his hand the entire way. You are there for all the kisses, for all the falls; there for every new wonder discovered in places she sees for the first time. Showing her how you like to discover and share, teaching her how to interact with others, and feeling for the first time the personal way of how she shows you how she loves you.

Your young adventurer has started to take you into the world of discoveries you may have forgotten or never seen. The way the bugs like to hide in strange places around the window sill, how many flowers can be picked in one lazy afternoon spent at a park, how many new words said every day to describe the world around him. Shapes in clouds you have never seen are pointed out with such regularity you wonder why you have not noticed it before. She is willing to start and finish full conversations with you, even if you are not sure of the topic, you know you will listen with your heart.

Your child is off to school, learning the tools that you may have not had time to teach her yourself, such as the alphabet or numbers, or even colors. You have a child who for the first time sees what other adults are like when they want to teach him new things everyday. She makes friends of everyone in class and learns a few things you don't want her know, such as how yucky ham sandwiches are, or how chocolate milk is the only milk. You can feel a little distanced from him now, but still feel as if everything you tell him, he will take to heart.

Your preteen is starting to really make you take notice. This is not the little mewling infant you were put in charge of on day one; this is the person who wants to come out of that childlike shell. He says things that make you wonder what language he is speaking. She wants to wear clothes you would never dream of dressing her in. He takes to heart what others think of him. She is always finding ways to be accepted. He does not believe you have ever been as cool as him. She won't talk to you like you know anything at all and he learns to say things just to placate you. And just when you think the dam is going to burst, a compromise is reached. It is not always so difficult, but sometimes it feels like it.

Your teenager has finally emerged, ready to take on the world on his own terms, and yet you know that there is more for you to teach. She never listens to your advice, thinking you are way out of date, and what is happening to her has never has happened to anyone else, so how could you possibly understand? He feels he needs to make his mark on the world and go off on his own without you. This is the part where you, Mom, get to stand back. You can see where the road is rough, but you don't get to drive anymore.

All your best laid advice and experience would have been instilled years ago, but you feel the need to keep on trying to show her more. He must start walking this road alone. You, dearest Mom, have done your best, and created the most perfect person you could possibly make. Of course, this is the hardest part. You would gladly take back those sleepless nights, and feedings every 2 hours to have that precious time with your child again. But you have reached that milestone, the ultimate goal you had been working for all of these years.

Weeping

She sat there weeping into her hands. She could not muster her feelings into words, all she could was cry, and she did...

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Beat

I feel tired and blank. Just functioning. The only reprieve I have from this, is at night. Putting on my prettiest dress and checking my look in the mirror I head out to my car. It's only a short drive to my solace, I anticipate every minute of the drive. As I walk up to the building I can feel the muted rhythm working it's way into my skin. My heart is beating in time with the music as I get the full effect of the bass coming from the dance floor. Grabbing the first table I take off my coat and tell a passing waitress what I want to drink. After letting the first full song soak into my being and starting my drink, I move to the floor and loose myself in the pulse of the music.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Glen

She sat, as sill as she could. Her dainty feet were tucked under her nightgown, hiding from the night air chill. Her stringy dark blond hair held a frame around her face as she let her head hang down. Small bare arms hugged her legs to her chest. The forested glen smelled of fresh rain and Lily of the Valley, and beams of moonlight brought a neon glow to the moss surrounding her. She lifted her head to the towering trees and asked a silent prayer, as a single tear traveled down her cheek.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Him

To listen to him, to have him talk to me no matter what the words were or their meaning, was a treasure to me. For me to hold his hand and make a difference was the fuel for my being. I love him with all my heart, no matter his faults or crimes. His love for me is the perfectness I deserve.