With Beaufort County Relay for Life coming up on June 16th, I thought I’d add a little flash fiction or prose poetry from the Pamlico Writers’ fifty word challenge. My friend Kay Wilson wrote a piece for the challenge and I wrote a companion piece. This is for all of the survivors of breast cancer. God bless you.
She wore not a stitch,
The feel of the sand abrasive to her wrinkled skin
Passersby gawked but she paid them no mind
Alive to the rhythm of the ocean
The waves lulled her to a place of rest
Here, cancer didn’t exist
It was gone with her breast.
This was written for my son Jason just after his first deployment. This week is his birthday and I thought I’d post this poem. I love you Jay-bird.
Winter, spring, summer and autumn
Leafless trees to flowering bud
New birth, new growth
Every thing is new
Little boys flying kites
And swinging high
Grow to be young men
Men of Valor
Men of Honor
Leaves of autumn
Leaves of fall
Dancing in the wind
Like the seasons
Life circles around
All is new again.
What a difference a minute makes
You were here laughing at my jokes
Brown eyes flashing with mirth
Your smile bright, wit sharp
Days pass, years—friendship entwines like kudzu vines
Growing up out of the weeds and scattered seeds
Clinging to the hallowed halls of haunted ruins
Year book memories and elusive dreams.
What a difference a day makes
You were here new grandma
Holding tight to a tiny hand
Wrapped in smiles and lullabyes
Days pass, years—love, like sunshine warm on your skin
Church bells, wedding bells, for whom the bell tolls
Skin knees, climbing trees, does he love me—yes or no
Photo graphs, silly love songs, call me on the phone.
What a difference a year makes
You were here, now you’re gone
How are we to carry on
We didn’t even get to say good bye
Days pass, years—life like a tapestry
Each thread woven with silken threads
Pain, strife, hard work and worry
Joy, strength, beauty and blessing.
What a difference a life makes
You were here.
Toes sinking in mounds of white
Hurry to the glistening green
Shouts of laughter upon the waves
Colorful jewels bob out of sight
Seashells glittered with gauze of sand
Nestled amid the furrows and wake
Bleached bones a rest at last
Upon the border of a distant land