Day 26 : The Truth is…

With a potty training 3 year old it is inevitable that when you are making dinner and you begin chopping onions or have your hands in raw meat, she WILL have to poop and she WILL need assistance right NOW.

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“The truth is” – A daily post where I share a truth. It could be something personal, it could be something funny, or something totally random…you never know what you are going to get.

Sometimes I just feel like putting things out there…and here seemed like the best place to do it.

Day 23 : The Truth is…

Sometimes a new haircut and a meal out by yourself is all you need to melt off a little stress.

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“The truth is” – A daily post where I share a truth. It could be something personal, it could be something funny, or something totally random…you never know what you are going to get.

Sometimes I just feel like putting things out there…and here seemed like the best place to do it.

Day 18 : The Truth is…

Today my middle child turned 8.

He is passionate, energetic, and an over-thinker.

To be completely honest, he is my most difficult child. I struggle some days to get through to him, to relate to him. We both have anxiety but our anxieties couldn’t be more different, So I have trouble understanding his insecurities even though I struggle too.

But I still love him, and will continue my journey as his mom.

Happy birthday, dear son. Mommy loves you.

 

 

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“The truth is” is a daily post where I share a truth. It could be  something personal, it could be something funny, or something totally random…you never know what you are going to get.

Sometimes I just feel like putting things out there…and here seemed like the best place to do it.

 

Everlasting Love

through sunshine or rain-

we wake up in the morning

and start the day new

©Caitlin Gramley

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Today’s Haiku was written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille on MLMM.

Also submitted for Open Link Night over at DVerse

Day 9 : The Truth is…

I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for a few amazing friends in my life. They don’t know just how vital they have been to my survival…

 

 

 

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“The truth is” is a new daily post where I share a truth. It could be  something personal, it could be something funny, or something totally random…you never know what you are going to get.

Sometimes I just feel like putting things out there…and here seemed like the best place to do it.

One

 

“We gather here, today,

to unite this man and this woman in

Holy matrimony…”

Fingers lace

a perfect fit,

 two

imperfect lives

“Two are better than ONE…”

ONE is better than two

Together, we

are “a force to reckon with”

You plus me

ONE.

 

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A quadrille for dVerse ~Poets Pub.

Written for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three.

 

 

 

 

One Love, Forever.

“But Now I must sleep.”

“In the cemetery?” Cara shuttered, whether from the chill in the air or fear she couldn’t tell. Either way she did not want to stop here for any reason.

“It’s as good a place as any.” Peter sighed as he lowered his weary body to the soft earth.

“You can’t rest there. That’s someone’s grave.”

Peter ignored her and stretched out his limbs, lying on his back. Cara looked at the man in front of her, this man she barely knew. The day he walked into her small town was the day nothing else mattered. He was perfect in every way. His long dark hair, his tall stature. His skin seemed to glow in the sun.

Cara jumped from a sudden surge in her toes. Peter’s cool skin brushed hers as he slowly traced his hand over the delicate bones of her foot.

“This is what I want to remember, these moments with you. Uninterrupted by the world and its cruel ways.”

He always seemed to talk as if he was saying goodbye. Was he going to leave her? She sat beside him wanting to close the gap between them. As if reading her mind he pulled her down so that their bodies were as close as they possibly could be. The energy was undeniable, raging yet sad all at once. Why did it feel like an ending every time they were together?

“I will always love you,” He whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep with his hands still stroking her hair.

As the sun rose from behind the hill peter rose from his resting place, grimacing as his joints groaned in agony.

“Until later, my Love.”

Peter hobbled away, turning to look at the grave again.

Cara Moreau

1936-1960

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This story got an honorable mention over at Microcosms. A big thanks goes out to the judge, Geoff Holme.

A Library Pickup Line

Your shelves are like deep pools of stories

told only to me

I willingly drown in your words

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Written for Three Line Tales: Week Five

Refresh My Darkened Soul

Yesterday was National Poetry Day in the UK. I had planned on posting this but life got in the way. Anyway, even though I live in the US, I still wanted to celebrate this wonderful day and I did write a poem which I submitted to Three Line Thursday. Hope you like it!

Photo by: Matt Adamik

Photo by: Matt Adamik

 

Your call is like a cool drink of water. Replenish.
My veins sing your song,
As my soul tries to shine again

 

 

 

Check it Out!

Light-Lines-Cover

Three Line Thursday released their first anthology comprised of the winning poems from year one!

“Light Lines: A Three Line Thursday Anthology. The idea for Three Line Thursday was born from Grace Black’s love of brevity and all things artistic. In a disposable, throwaway world our ever decreasing attention spans still seek moments of inspiration; Grace refuses to believe poetry is dead. Poetry is, however, evolving and has always been an effective way of conveying emotive resonance. Think saying more with less is easy—think again! This anthology showcases some of the best works in brevity during Three Line Thursday’s first year along with some of the talented artists and photographers that contribute to TLT each week. Dive in and see what Three Lines is all about—” -Amazon Description

I, sadly, did not win in year one but I love contributing my three lines each week and I can’t wait to get my hand on this book! I will keep at it in year two and who knows, maybe I’ll be in the next one!

Get your copy HERE (US)

Get your copy HERE (UK)