Today’s word is “missing.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
I pulled weeds in the garden like the ones you gave me that day.
My heart clenched like back then, startled by the chime
But then I saw you holding a handpicked bouquet.
You looked so very proud, all covered in grime
but then life’s harsh realities stole you away.
I wish my sadness didn’t taint all the gleeful times past
and I could laugh again,, oh how I miss those places.
Laughing back then, never thought it wouldn’t last.
The twinkling of the chimes used to bring a smile to our faces
My birthday is a week away and Johnny was always so much a part of the celebration. My last birthday with him, he wanted to show me where the lobster boats come in. We’re climbing on rocks in the harbor because he said it was the only way to get to the point. I slipped and got soaking wet. He giggled. I splashed him but that didn’t faze him.
We meet his Dad who asks why am I all wet? I tell him that Johnny was showing me the point where the boats come in and I slipped in the water.
He looked at Johnny and asked why he didn’t take me up the road so I wouldn’t be all wet.
The little stinker shrugged and laughed. It was always like that between us, one practical joke after another. I would give anything for those moments again.