***
Shine on my love
You brighten my day
Your humor delights
Me in every way
You are my sunshine
My beacon of hope
Without your light
I’m a bedraggled dope.
Your illumination warms
I can’t resist
Your hugs are heaven
As my body you kiss
Dark nights even stay at bay
Whenever you come to play.
***
Always a cheery bundle of hope, she was looked upon by some as the “funny girl”, not exactly datable but in a pinch, she would do. She rarely was considered an acceptable date as she had bold looks, and was rather clumsy at times. Good for a friend was what the boys thought, but in no way were they ever going to ask her on a real date.
As the funny girl grew, she blossomed into an attractive professional. She did not possess the beauty of a movie star, but some grown men began to realize her true beauty. She grew out of her clumsiness but was still not the most graceful. Her dates were rare and she longed for a companion to love.
Day dreaming at the office one day as she climbed the stairs, she bumped into a similar personality, male, coming down the stairs. It was a surprise clinch as he helped her up to stand, that their hands touched. Each person then looked, really looked at the other. Kismet.
***
https://cyranny.com/2020/01/18/clinch-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-51438
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/01/18/fowc-with-fandango-rarely/#like-39917
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2020/01/18/daily-addictions-hope/#like-783
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/01/18/christines-daily-writing-prompt-funny-girl/#like-13456
The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes. It had been at least two hours she had been sitting there. Her mind was on hold after seeing the last sentence on the computer. Even the bright light of the screen in the now darkened room didn’t phase her. One sentence put her into this trancelike state.
She had known about the depression for some time, but the reality of her sister ever doing anything bizarre was incredible. She thought the therapist and medication would solve it, and carried on with her own life. She didn’t mean to ignore her sister, but she didn’t want to be brought into her doldrum life either. Being young, pretty, and a social butterfly, she was almost the opposite of her sister.
She should have taken her sister’s condition more seriously. She only realized it after reading the last shocking sentence of her sister’s email.
***
Grandmothers think all children are special.
The last movie I watched was “Triple Frontier” with my grandson last weekend. In this title, life imitates art. If you only have three frontiers to overcome, you have it fairly easy. Every day a parent has many more. Some I think of immediately are:
Waking up yourself and then waking up your children
Walking and feeding pets
Breakfast and school lunch preparation, possibly set up dinner in a crockpot
Shower and dress yourself and children
Drive or walk, bus to school, work or volunteer job
And that’s just the morning hours! There are all types of frontiers, depending on who you are of course. These are only what I used to conquer.
There’s nothing false about music. The feelings are real and can be inspired by a Phillip Sousa march where the parade goers are shouting “hurray” for the old veterans marching or for the high school band in which their child is playing.
Music is the sound everyone loves. It could be a hip hop dancer, a head banger heavy metal lover, a ballet concerto or an operatic aria. Bluegrass, blues, jazz, all have their place. I admit I love almost all music. The most touching music I have heard in the last ten years was from a theatrical production of “Les Mis” in Denver. Those songs give me the chills and I can’t help crying when they are sung.
I enjoy some choirs, but prefer the old time hymns instead of new boring ones. I’ll lighten this up with a musical comedy movie that has a fantastic choir:
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/01/17/fowc-with-fandango-false/#like-39901
https://cyranny.com/2020/01/17/hurray-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-51415
http://godoggocafe.com/2020/01/17/christines-daily-writing-prompt-the-sound-of-music/
Her given name was Jade
Her smile would never fade
Out of plastic she was made
And Jack, the buyer, paid.
Jack’s love never strayed
He thought he had it made
For real love he’d never trade
Jade was top of the grade.
After years her beauty stayed
No inch of skin was flayed
With her Jack could play
All night into the day.
Jade was never swayed
From the bed on which she laid
With no complaining ever made
His dream come true was Jade.
https://lindaghill.com/2020/01/17/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-17th-2020/
This is the closest I could find for the 17th, from 2017. It’s not easy finding old posts. Is there an easier way?
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/01/17/fandangos-friday-flashback-january-17/
***
Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou asks Jonathan.
Romeo replies, what light through yonder hay loft breaks? It is the east, and Jonathan is my dad.
How’s it going, pops?
***
Mary Poppins, where are you?
I need your help!
The sheep’s in the meadow
Cows starting to yelp
My time as a farmer has reached its end
Thought children would relieve me, ascend
To the work I’ve been doing for many a year
While they are trying business careers
I should have employed Mary years ago
She’d have taught them there’s a road to hoe
Now I guess it’s just too late
Think I’ll steal her umbrella and fly away.
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/01/16/christines-daily-writing-prompt-mary-poppins/#like-13448
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