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May 7

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Childhood Problems

What do you see May 7th

Hello tree

Can you see me?

I’m standing right in front of you

I’m very scared and very blue

I ran away from home you see

Really don’t know what’ll become of me

I’m standing here, the lake behind me

If I slip I’ll wrap my arms around thee

I don’t know what I’m going to do

I wish I could live here with you

My mother died and dad remarried

My life has become harried

I really don’t want her in our lives

She’s always hitting me on my behind

Why did my mother have to go

I truly, truly miss her so

A thought just came to me

I’ll go to my grandmother and I’ll see

If she and I can live happily

Thank you, Mr. Tree

I’m so glad you listened to me

I feel much better now, so I’ll let you be

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This poem was written for What Do You See.

A Walk in the Park

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Taking our time meandering around

No pressures to be found

Nice warm sunny day

In the merry month of May

Children playing at the park

Dogs here and there, listen to them bark

Families all having fun

A wonderful day to just sit out in the sun

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi. Using the word meander write a poem, prose or short story using only 47 words.

Apr 27

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The Joy of Aging

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This post is for Six Sentence Story. The prompt word – memory.

It seems lately that I’m aging faster than I’d like to, but I suppose everyone feels that way when they hit a certain age.

Looking in the mirror I see my older self but when I’m out and about carrying on with my day I don’t think of myself as looking as old as I do if you get my drift.

My husband loves to bug me about my memory not being what it used to. A song will come on the radio and he’ll say to me what band is that? It drives me crazy as I know I like the song and the band but for the life of me, I can’t remember who it is singing.

My wish is to not end up with Alzheimer’s as it scares the hell out of me.

Apr 27

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Catching a Nap – Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction April 25th

Flopping down on the couch with pillow in tow, I knew I’d be asleep in no time at all. Hopefully Sandy would let me get an hour’s sleep or so before calling me. Exhaustion had kicked in and out I went.

I woke with a startle, looked up and saw Ian standing there.

“Oh no, I hope I didn’t wake you, Meg.”

“No, that’s okay I was just sneaking in a few zzz’s while your mom was resting. I should get up and check on her.”

“No, no, you stay put, I’ll tend to her for a few hours.”

© Susan Zutautas 2019

This is part 2 of my submission for this week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words, no more, no less, write a short story using the prompt word Exhaustion.

To read the first part of this flash: The Longest Days.

Apr 27

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The Longest Days – Flash Fiction

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This week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch is to write a short story or poem (in 99 words, no more, no less) using exhaustion as your prompt.

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Meg never realized how fatiguing it would be being the main caregiver for Ian’s mother who’d fallen and broken her hip.

It had only been four days since she’d been released from hospital and Meg still had six to ten weeks of this to look forward to.

If there weren’t so many stairs in Sandy’s house it would be so much easier but at the same time, Meg knew she was helping someone and getting exercise.

On one trip Sandy said to Meg, “I’m so lucky to have you and so is Ian.”

That made all the exhaustion worthwhile.