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One Word Less For Lent 2015 – 20

March 13, 2015 By Sandra Heska King

 

merganser - female

 

L.L. Barkat is good at dealing dares. Last night it was to use two key phrases in a single post. I think she mentioned something about cookies. I may have even heard the word, “chocolate.” But as an “official” mischievous barista for Tweetspeak Poetry, how could I ignore her–even for just a cup of tea? Anyway, today I’m down to 20 words–but I’m cheating with two 20-word pieces…

 

On Blogging

Barren mom books wait

to be impregnated before I pass,

but my words have another lover

to bear mom stories.

Word Count: 20

Note: We gave my mother-in-law one of those books to record her memories. We found it in a basket next to her recliner after she died–and it was blank. I’ve got a Hallmark Legacy Keeper as well as a journal called Reflections from a Mother’s Heart. I’ve not tackled either of them yet.

 

merganser pair - 2

 

Pulling Strings

We’ve got mom stories…

slipping rum to nuns,

slithering intruders,

toothbrush fires…

But mom books like

Pulling Strings?

It Depends.

Word Count: 20

All the One Word Less for Lent 2015 posts are bundled here.

Note: Sissy and I talked about writing a book with this title about my mom’s journey with brain cancer. But we haven’t talked about it in a while. Sissy?

mergansers - pair

Question(s):

What stories and memories are you leaving behind?

And how are you doing that?

In the stillness,

Sandy

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  1. Michele Morin says

    March 13, 2015 at 12:00 pm

    Your poems speak the truth that memories of people are so often a mixture of happy and sad. I know that my boys will have stored both kinds of memories of me, and if my journals survive me, they will find plenty of reminders.
    I’m intentionally writing a journal for each of my sons, in the form of a letter that I started when their baby books got full and try to write in each one a couple times every year.
    Tempted to start a journal for the grandboy . . .

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 19, 2015 at 1:31 pm

      That’s awesome, Michele. Almost every time I start something with intentionality, I have trouble keeping up. Which reminds me… I started a scrapbook of my oldest grand girl’s first year for her birthday… and still need to finish it. She’s 12. And a half. I never did start one for the little one. My kids will have this blog and scraps of paper, the backs of envelopes, and napkins. 😉

  2. Callie Feyen says

    March 13, 2015 at 2:06 pm

    Your poems are a delight to read. I liked the side notes, too. Thanks for linking up to Makes You Mom! I’d love to send you a batch of chocolate chip cookies. 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 19, 2015 at 1:32 pm

      Thanks, Callie. I do love chocolate chip cookies! 🙂

  3. Jody Lee Collins says

    March 23, 2015 at 11:00 pm

    Sandy, my kids gave me a ‘Grandma’s Journal’ for Christmas several years ago and I was to fill it in nightly in various places–‘Where you grew up’, ‘what is your favorite color?’, what’s a memory you have as a child? and so on. Pages and pages….
    I vowed I’d keep it by my bed in my nightstand to write entries from time to time, altho’ I’ve not done that for a long time…

    You’ve reminded me–I must get to that.

    Thank you 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 24, 2015 at 7:43 am

      My father-in-law had one of those books, too. He would have loved to write in it had he started since he always kept a diary. I don’t know why he never did. We had his brother work on it after Dad died… but I think he got confused. Some of the responses refer to Dad, but some to himself. Either way, we’re glad to have it.

      D also has a Reflections from a Father’s Heart. We’d meant to sit down and write together–a response a day. But we still haven’t done. that. 🙁

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