Memorial Day The woman pressed her face against the headstone. As tears left her eyes they met the cool hard granite and slid down into the grass. She thought of him, the one she'd lost. His face was right in front of her, she could see it. His mouth was split into a grin that took up his whole face. He laughed and reached a hand out to her. She sobbed, knowing it was her mind playing tricks on her. He was gone, and no amount of fantasizing would bring him back to her. She would never feel his arms around her again, or know the joy of waking up next to him every day. Her salty tears blurred her vision as she looked down at the wedding ring on her hand. Her heart stumbled, and she half hoped she'd die right there so she could join him. A tug on her pant leg reminded her of her reasons for staying. She looked over and saw her twin girls looking at her.Memorial Day by littlemp
"Mommy, why are we here? I don't see Daddy a
SerenitySitting gently on a hill,Serenity by littlemp
Letting the wind tug at her hair,
Peacefully she closes her eyes,
Listening to the sound of birdsong.
She lays her head on a pillow of clover,
In and out, she breathes in its clean scent.
Sleep overtakes her quickly,
Nothing disturbs her slumber.
A bird hums a quiet tune.
In its notes you hear her name.
She opens her eyes slowly,
Sweetly she smiles, sighing at the sky.
"Serenity," the bird whisper.
"Serenity," the heavens echo.
"Serenity," the wind whistles.
"Her name," they mutter, "is Serenity."
4th of July D.C. woke up smiling. Today was the Fourth of July! She was so happy! It had been 237 years since the United States of America had become a country. She could hear America humming “The Star Spangled Banner” downstairs while he cooked breakfast. This was the only day of the year that he did. He was probably making waffles with strawberry syrup, whipped cream, and blueberries, so that even the waffles would be red, white, and blue. She stretched and got ready, slipping on an Old Navy flag shirt and jean shorts. She tied her hair back in a half ponytail and ran downstairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she tackled America yelling, “HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!”4th of July by littlemp
He laughed and hugged her, replying, “And to you too!” D.C. saw she’d been r
Every Book Opens a DoorA woman stood in a roomEvery Book Opens a Door by littlemp
From where she was standing she could see so many doors
Millions of doors to new worlds
Worlds where she could be a knight of the Round Table,
A wizard learning magic,
Or a young detective solving crimes.
Each world was diverse and unique.
She opened one door,
Into the world she had chosen.
When she was done with the world she had chosen
She shut the door.
And put the book back on the shelf.
Every book opens a door.