Yeah
That Was Something
Neon lights and velvet dresses
Wishing on stars and first loves kisses
Romantic moonlit sidewalk strolling
Flickering porch lights time to be going
Another time a world away
Delving into those yesterdays
Memory lane and tales of love
Promises made to god above
A vow full of joy and happiness
64 years of togetherness
Lifetime adventures and a future with kids
Doing it better than their folks ever did
Proud of their lives and the simplicity of family
Pulling it off in spite of occasional calamity
My folks did it right, though I know it was tough
They clung to each other in the easy and rough
I don’t know if I will ever understand love
But man, it’s sure something to dream of
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English6 days ago in Fiction
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So beautifully heart-warming. You've told us of your father, but I don't recall what you've said of your mother. I take it she was full of love, too.