Tag Archives: Memories

Wanting

6 Dec

#fridayfictioneers via rochelle – 12/06

December 5, 2013

Every Wednesday Romero Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt challenging writers to create a 100-word story, poem, or whatever works for you.  After posting your work on your blog,  go back to her site and add your link on her Friday Fictioneers post.  Place.  Page.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Photo Copyright :  Trespass – Randy Maize

“Mommy, do you think I can go out to play?”

“Not today, little one.  It looks like rain.”

“But rain is fun.”

“Not today.  You might catch a cold.”

“But colds are nice too.”

“They are?”

“Yes.”

The sweet smell of rain filters in as small droplets begin to hit the planks of wood shielding the windows.

“Rebecca.”

“Yes mamma.”

“Why are colds nice?”

“Because when I get a cold you tell me stories, give me warm milk, and sing songs.”

“Oh”

“Can I go out tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

“I hope tomorrow comes soon.”

“You do?”

“Yes, mommy, I do.”

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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
Image Copyright Tadalena Warner

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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TW

"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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TW

"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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TW

Posie

23 Apr

Posie
By Tadalena Warner

Happy Birthday my dear
Happy birthday indeed
Happy birthday my heart
Forever happiness my sweet
Forever joy comes to you
Forever love clung like glue
Mommy loves you beyond
A love she cannot deny
Mommy loves the angel
Her angel in white

Wishful Thinking

22 Apr

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Art & Image Copyright by Tadalena Warner

Wishful Thinking
By Tadalena Warner
(This is a poem I wrote thinking about what I would want my husband to say to me)

To the love of my life
The woman I will call my wife
She is a vision to behold
A true goddess with hair of red
and gold
Curls woven softly atop her head
Gently scent our ocean bed
Our love is a treasure this is true
Buried deep in warm desert sand
Nestled close by splashing waves
Kissed by heaven’s blue angel gates
How do I know this vision unseen?
The simple fact that she sees me
Not the man I pretend to be
She sees the man under lock and key
The vulnerable boy who loves a girl
Would willingly give her the world
To know she loves him just the same
Never forsaking his love for a game
She does love him with all her heart
Wants nothing more than to never part
To hold his hand for eternity
Knowing his love is all she ever needs
United in the arms of love
I give myself to you from above
Our hearts are as one
A union never to be broken or undone
This treasure is ours to keep
Forever is eternity we need not speak
Our hearts are woven creating love’s tapestry
Joined together we are set free

Walking Away

21 Apr
<img src="https://dandelionsatmyfeet2.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/023.jpg?w=300" alt="Photo Copyright by Tadalena Warner

Photo Copyright by Tadalena Warner
2010

Walking Away
By Tadalena Warner

You walk away leaving me behind
No value you found in my arms
You walked away without a goodbye
Only looking back to gawk as I cried
Leaving me to lie upon the cold hard land
Your love dissipated in untruths
You walked away leaving me to die
Leaving me to wonder what had I done
Is it my fault you killed me and ran
Shooting me dead; your bullet ripping at my flesh
Destroying the angel who kept your heart
Never thinking she’d lose her place
Your love was untrue, her disgrace
A tease to decimating from within
Taking her heart, soul, and mind
Leaving behind shame upon her face
You walked out on her that fateful day

The End

20 Apr

The End
By Tadalena Warner

Make fun of my heart
Take from me in the dark
Give back a gun
Oh, but you aren’t done
You decimate my soul
In leaving me so
Pestered banter has done its job
Released the hold from where I belong
Forlorn from within, I lay shattered on the floor
Instead of saying the truth at the very start
You played along, ripping at my heart
Taking from me a most delicate spark
A flame haired nymph I might have been
But now I am dying and reaching for the wind
The fire within has lost its luster
Consumed by the decay of white alabaster
What grows in its stead is wicked and vile
A most wretched monster that none can beguile
Life on the other side should commence as it would
Leaving her to die before the hood
Ridding her of the ray shining down
Burning what’s left, searing the ground
Nothing will return, not one single seed
Shall germinate from beneath your feet
Why you ask; why indeed
Why is the question pondered in my sleep
You never returned, you never even bothered
Save only to gawk and laugh as I lay in squalor
The filth of an existence, no man would want
Not even a man who prowled on the hunt
Evil is you, who does this deed
Lying to waste a love out of need
So what should I do
Where should I go
What do you care what happens to me
Why would you bother with a heart that bleeds
What’s in it for you
I want to know
Is there a treasure that lay buried in the cold
The ember of fate is all but gone
Leaving behind a man, singing an empty song

HIM II

17 Apr

HIM II
By Tadalena Warner

I write for the memory of him
I write for his return
I write for the love in him
I write, for him I yearn
Come back to me. my dear friend
Come back so we might play
Come back and take my hand
Come back to me this day
Return to me for you are the one I miss
Return to me for you are the one I wish to kiss
Return to me and never leave me alone
Return to me before I am called home
Who is this I speak of
What is he to me
He is the one I wish to keep