Daily Archives: December 3, 2011
Scent of Almond
My aunt placed the tea on the table before exiting. These family reunions were always uncomfortable. The conversations grew hot quickly from the grinding friction of personalities. I counted the hours until I would be home again. Instead of fiddling with the hem of my shirt I decided to drink the tea my aunt had offered me. She had a fascination with buying ornate plates, cutlery and cups. The intricate, golden design winked at me. What disconcerted me was the content. Blood-red tea reflected my anxious expression. I took the teacup and rested the cool ceramic against my bottom lip. I was only being paranoid. This was normal tea. The sickly sweet liquid broke past the seal of my lips. I convinced myself the blood-red tea was a fitting choice. After all, wasn’t it blood that had forced us to converse this evening? Somebody had to inherit our grandparent’s money.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
That blood’s thicker than water
is what people do say
when opposite personalities will
often a friendship decay
Even though my aunt had
truly hated my mother
’twas only her and I
no other sister or brother
And so the bloody color
of this particular tea
just seemed as appropriate
as it could ever be
Right before I sipped
the liquid from my cup
over the delicate rim
I stopped to glance up
My aunt began staring
with wide opened eyes
and a look showing
an element of surprise
The faintest smile then
spread across my lips
as I raised the cup
and took a couple sips
She had placed hers
back on the table
beginning to stand up
but found herself unable
Glaring now at me
almond sent filled the air
while there was no sympathy
for her would I spare
And right before she died
I really do believe
that she drank the arsenic
her mind did conceive
Her head hit the table
as I kept my seat
for I had switched cups
to her own defeat!
Teresa Marie 12/3/11
__picture it & writeby Ermilia |
The Fire
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I could see it
from atop the hill
It lit the sky
I stood very still
No one was home
horses in the field
Nobody to be hurt
nothing to be killed
My whole world was
being taken from me
For it was a total loss
from what I could see
As my heart was pounding
tears formed in my eyes
I think of dad saying
that a man never cries
What God had given
was now taken away
But I am so grateful
no one was home today!
Teresa Marie 12/3/11
As Is A Rose
When love is new
as is a rose
It starts with a bud
and the petals closed
Slowly we open up
as the time goes
The more we do
love in beauty grows
As to each other
our true emotion shows
When in full bloom
everybody around us knows
If storms we weather
as the wind blows
Love will be sustained
as pretty as a rose!
Teresa Marie 12/3/11














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