Posted in Writing

Six-Word Story- Year 12

Her sadness became her greatest triumph.

~~ Year 12, Cold War

Posted in Poetry

Our First Beach Trip


Our First Beach Trip.
© LC 2017

Never Shall I Forget my first
family beach trip that June in the
back of Dad’s Red and black Ford. I had
just finished first grade.
Never Shall I forget falling asleep with
grape Hubba-Bubba in my hair. Mom had
to cut the sticky, stringy mess from my head.
Never shall I forget the love I felt radiating
from both of my parents and the immense amount
of excitement and happiness we all felt going on
our first vacation together!
Never shall I forget the damaging winds, the swaying
trees, the flashing lightning, and booming thunder.
My Dad was invincible, as he was my hero, and wasn’t afraid.
Never shall I forget watching in fear the way he ran into KFC to
grab dinner. He did not fear any storm for he was a proud Navy-man.
Never shall I forget sitting there listening to the rhythm of the
windshield wipers thinking he was gone too long. Listening to
the rain fall hard on the glass. The raindrops race to streak down
the windows. In the glass, I saw a blurry form who was my Dad!
Never shall I fear going anywhere with my Dad. He is not afraid
to be in strange places with people he has never met and never afraid
to make a friend or two.
Never will I forget these things as long as I live. (As little did I know this would be our only family vacation.)


This is my first shot at a “Never Shall I Poem.”  Not sure how great I did, but I’ll keep practicing on occasion.

Posted in Poetry


Memories. © 2016 LC

My mind swims with 17 years of memories.
You were my best friend, my partner in crime.
Today in church, an empty pew, no wisecracks,
no long brown stringy hair– no matter how much you brushed it.
Though I wanted to cry, I didn’t and I was proud.
The first time I have been there since you left us.
My life seems so much less colorful with you gone.
When I visit your grave site all is the way you’d like it.
With pretty flowers all around, pretty pinks and blues.
I pulled the weeds– and maybe a growing flower on accident.
It looked like a weed!
I knew if you were watching you’d laugh.
Your laugh was contagious.
Nobody could be sad around you.
You always knew what to say,
and even said what you shouldn’t.
But that was just the way you were.
I loved you anyway. Always will.

Posted in Poetry

Forever in My Heart

Forever in my Heart. © 2016 LC

She sleeps in comfort of an oak box ,
six feet deep in the cold ground.
Surrounded by beautiful flowers and marble rocks.
Lines of giant maple trees stand watch around.
She walks with Jesus now–
This isn’t her home any longer.
Though she was hurting inside–
Now she is stronger.
Her life lived in vain.
Unhappiness an unwelcome guest.
Though now she stands in his glorious reign,
As every thought, regret, and sadness is taken off her chest.
The reunion with her newborn son,
the happiness she must feel.
As they stand in the shining sun,
Of the proof– this is what she believed in. Heaven.  It’s real.
Though I visit her grave ,
I know her soul is home well at rest.
Though grief may enslave,
The chains I must let go and fight the unrest.
I will keep you forever in my heart,
Until I see you again.
That way we will never part,
As you will always be my best friend.

Posted in Poetry

Precious Moments

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Precious Moments.
© 2016 LC

Almost 24 years have passed,
and my thoughts are with you, Dad.
I wish I could remember your voice.
The way you laughed at the times we had.

You were made of Super-hero stuff.
Larger than life in my eyes.
I miss our tickle-wars, and your picking.
Nanny telling you when it was “enough.”

I wonder what you would look like?
And how different things would be.
You just missed your 77th birthday.
You could teach Kayla how to ride her bike.

I think about how happier Mom would be.
The advice you would give your grandson.
You know how moody teenage boys are.
You have already raised one son.

Are you watching us from where you are?
I hope you are not in pain.
I would give anything.
To see you, again.

Until then I will remember–
the precious memories we have had.
For ten years of my life,
I was honored to call you “Dad.”

Photo Credit- DP


Posted in Poetry

The Soldier

The Soldier
from the Sonnet Sequence 1914 by Rupert Brooke (1915)

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Posted in Loss, Poetry

Mornings with Nan, Prose


Mornings with Nan, Prose.
© 2016 LC

Reading your Bible by the dimmest light, your hair falling down into little strands. Awake before anyone else. Having trouble sleeping, your legs aching and writhing– keeping you awake. So you would have toast with jam and coffee, I’d smell the fresh brew from the basement. Then, roll over and go back to sleep with a smile. Sometimes I’d awake to the smell of burnt toast. You’d watch the windows in the morning for red birds. They were your favorite. Or blue birds. You loved animals and enjoyed God’s creation. After awhile, you’d sweetly call me for breakfast with your West-Virginian twang. “Lynne, breakfast is ready,” you’d say! As I trudged up the stairs, you’d be standing at the top in your long flowery night-gown with flannel PJ bottoms. Your crystal blue eyes glistening in the morning sun light as you’d tell me, “Good morning.” Oh, how I miss those mornings with you, Nan!

Posted in Writing

MY Fallen Hero

MY Fallen Hero.
©  2016 LC

I remember you standing in the yard that day.
Your sunglasses on your face–
as mom took your picture.
You weren’t supposed to be smoking,
But I smelled it on your fingers.

I followed you everywhere you went.
I was your shadow that never left your side.
I heard your heartbeat slow in your chest.
I didn’t know what it meant.
But the bad feeling was left to linger.

The night plays back so vividly.
The panic! The fear! The shock!
I can’t believe you were taken from me.
Goodbyes that never were said.
But you knew you were the sun in my sky.

You fought all the bad guys for me,
and you carried me across the floor from snakes.
You helped me with my school work.
And advised me of my mistakes.
You were my hero. And then you were my fallen hero.

I am reminded of you everyday,
I see you in your grandson’s face.
I know you are watching over us.
I miss your voice, your laughter, and your jokes.
If you were here so many things would fall in place.

I look at this picture and at your Navy boat,
and I remember you as you were.
Thinking of your life, your family, and of your wife.
And I know I am lucky to have a man
that loves me as much as you loved her.