Enjoying the warm gentle breeze, entered into a patch of trees
Junior was whistling a tune, Gerald about the song to croon
But Jeffery’s face turned all pale, when hit his ears the loudest wail
Off they ran licketty split, yet for only just a bit
For they ran smack dab into, their dear old friend Billy Blue
“What’s all the ruckus about?” Gerald almost had to shout
Well, what do you think of my Billy and the story teaser? I really like this birdhouse a lot and want to live in it myself, lol!
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Here is the full 360:
I caressed my grandmother’s paper-skin face. She was weary and trembling. How much longer did she have to live? I watched as the life leaked out of her, in the form of tears. I gripped onto her hand. With the last morsels of energy, she pulled something out from the drawer and dropped it into my palm. It was a peculiar watch, with a rib-cage for the cover. “Use it wisely,” she whispered and she never spoke again.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
I stared down at it as the tears flowed from my eyes, remembering the poem she had recited to me when I was still just a child;
With each tock
of the clock
minutes go by
just seem to fly
The time’s set
before you die
In their sum
dreams won’t come
if you never try!
Somehow, at this very moment in time, within the anguish of my grief, I heard her sweet voice saying those words once again. I always had wondered, then in my youth, what it all really meant. Now I know!
Teresa Marie 8/25/12 ©
I like this picture and the sentiment in it. When life gives you lemons, what do you do with them?
It’s funny ’cause I love lemons. I actually have story about lemons & limes that I thought I would tell you today.
When I was younger, between say 12 – 17 years old, my dad would be sure to have lemons, limes and olives in the fridge. (I suppose he probably always did but this story pertains to this certain timeframe.) When he got home from work, he would go to make a drink. Depending on what he was making, he would get out one of the three to go with it. There were numerous times that he would go for a lemon or lime that he knew was there yesterday only to find it gone. You’d hear his low voice start with a rumble and turn to grumble when he’d say, “Terrriii!! Have you been eating my lemons/limes again?! What did I tell you about taking the last one?” I would go skulking in and say, “Sorry dad! I guess I didn’t realize it was the last one in there.” So he started buying them by the bag full and I refrained from eating the last one too! lol.
Don’t get me wrong, I love watermelon too. I just bought one not too long ago from a parking lot vendor. Don’t eat lemons and limes much anymore.
We all have our lemons in life, from vehicles to appliances to people, and we have to deal with what we get. It’s the getting rid of them that’s the hard part.
Anybody got some watermelon to trade?
The Lemon Kid,