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NASA: A father and son short story

5 Sep

NASA: A father and son short story

by

Tadalena Warner

Another Space Shuttle launch at Cape Canaveral, Florida Image Copyright Tadalena Warner

Another Space Shuttle launch at Cape Canaveral, Florida
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Excited and ready for the best show on earth! Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
Excited and ready for the best show on earth!
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Tadalena Warner

Patiently waiting... Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
Patiently waiting…
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TW

T-minus and counting... Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
T-minus and counting…
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Anticipation is HIGH!!! Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
Anticipation is HIGH!!!
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BLAST OFF!!!  ...where did the kid go? Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
BLAST OFF!!! …where did the kid go?
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Mission Control, we have a problem. Little Man:  "What do you mean they get to leave?" Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
Mission Control, we have a problem.
Little Man: “What do you mean they get to leave?”
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"It's okay son, we will see them again soon." Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
“It’s okay son, we will see them again soon.”
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"All systems go, things are cooling down." Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
“All systems go, things are cooling down.”
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TWSeems Little Man was not informed the shuttle would leave not to mention make so much noise when they did. Image Copyright Tadalena Warner

Seems Little Man was not informed the shuttle would leave not to mention make so much noise when they did.
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The shuttle experience may not have gone as hoped, but there is one thing this little tiger can say for certain, his mom kicks it harder than your mom. Image Copyright Tadalena Warner
The shuttle experience may not have gone as hoped, but there is one thing this little tiger can say for certain, his mom kicks it harder than your mom.
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IT

22 May

Photo Copyright – Danny Bowman

IT
By Tadalena Warner

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!”

“Hello”

“Gloria, you won’t believe this, but I found it!”

“Found what?”

“I found it, you know the it we’ve been looking for.”

“You said that last time and it turn out to be nothing more than a porthole to the sales department at Sears and Roebuck no less.”

“I’m telling you, it’s the it we’ve been looking for.  Get the guys and meet me at the corner of 5th and Madison.”

2hrs later

“What took you so long?”

“Well….”

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter.  Where are the others?”

“They…”

“OH MY STARS…”

“What?”

No one cares to show the light

22 Apr

No one cares to show the light
By Tadalena Warner

Write today, perhaps make it a song, a limerick, a melody by which to sing along
Make it funny, make it light, and make it memorable; a pleasant delight
Whatever you do, make it yours, put your mark on it and make it last
It is your part in this moment soon to pass, your bit spoken true
Your truth spoken long, it is the only moment you have until it’s gone
No one minds what you may say; no one minds the games you play
So, play if you will, sing if you like, or hum a little rhyme if the moods hits tonight

My Brother’s Backyard

8 Apr

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Tadalena Warner 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Brother’s Backyard
By Tadalena Warner

Take a mental picture
That would be fine, if I’d remember
What I may see or hear about me
It will fade, as does my memory
It will decay as leaves of fall doth lay
Setting here in my brother’s yard
What does my wandering eye see?
Lost treasures and moments in history
A copper penny does lie upon the sand
Tarnished with reeds of pine and fake vine about
I sit upon a wicker rocking chair; it’s a place to rest in the morning air
Remnants of glass shattered about, an old pottery dish of some weight
A child’s toy truck all but destroyed, may have been Taytay’s item of joy
One of my brother’s blades used as a cutting aid, is rusted and perfectly aged
I sit by the back door below the steps, worn and the ashen blue has faded; only shadows remain
Clothes pins about found on the ground and two on the line
A screw with a blunt end makes it difficult to drill in, when securing a moment in time
A used buffing pad of cotton, thread, and twine
Shine up those areas exposed to what dulls a scattered mind
A bracelet of twine, carefully crafted by hands that adore
A little girl’s pleasure, left and not treasured by the one who did it worn
A plaque of love is missing its second letter
Perhaps it is lost or became…well, it’s no matter
That ornament of wood and wire was once admired and stood for moments gone
A twisted little flower has a big smile, now that it’s dirt was shaken off
Beneath the ground was where it was found
A spare tire was lost, but I unfortunately found, due to green from within
I will lose it once again, but my dear friend you’ve been warned
It’s whereabouts are somewhere behind this home
I look at my feet and see little ants that eat, oh, but they don’t eat me
I am not sweet, only covered in earthen debris, while contemplating leaving the you and me
The snowman and the land were nearby, but the clover mixed amongst there…
…where at this time has slipped my mind for reasons unknown
Perhaps it’s the fact that I can’t remember squat or that it’s getting past breakfast time
A pencil remains, as does the faceplate to the door
Along with a shell, a conch to be exact; little and white
The tip undoubtedly broken by some sort of commotion

Like a Butterfly

3 Apr

Like a butterfly
By Tadalena Warner

Copyright Tadalena Warner

Copyright Tadalena Warner

Like a butterfly, we all started out as an egg. Laid by our mothers and secured with the leaves of love. Protected until our tiny bodies are formed. Soft and no more the size of a pea for an aphid, we stay encapsulated for some time. We endure the equivalent of torrential down pours to our tiny size. Sweltering heat blisters our covering, but we are not affected under the shelter of green. Bugs come and go, but leave us behind, for a woven screen forms our home. As a caterpillar, we emerge long and slender. Our awkward bodies change shedding our skin as we grow. A hundred times, we reach before the crystal of sleep takes us home. Suspended in time, we hang from a tree or find our bodies among the decay of leaves. Protected we are by a silken cocoon; forever transforming behind our gilded green hue. Green is our home. It is where we belong and where our beauty is first seen. Before we emerge and shed our abode, our colors begin to glean. Bit by bit, we come into our own. As apparent as the midday sun our beauty shines. All we need is love and a little time.

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