Friends and Family #Ukraine #atozchallenge #fiction

The next morning there was an envelope under our door.

“Eviction?” I mouthed

“Embassy,” He stated as he ripped open the envelope. ‘As a citizen of the …. You are being strongly urged us to leave Ukraine.’ It says: ‘If you choose to stay, your embassy cannot assure your safety Please be advised the last flight, leaves tomorrow at 10am.’

“Hmmm.”

“Should we call someone?”

“We were told.” I mouthed to tell no one.

“Let’s call granny and tell her we have decided to stay.” My husband said in an intentionally loud voice.

Anything else we might need? I wrote on our notepad.

“Yes, courage.” He wanted to shout.

We called granny.

“Hi mom. Yes, we are doing great. We are staying to do more writing. Oh, it’s completely safe. When you talk to your grandchildren tell them we are staying in a nice old hotel. You are so right it’s the perfect place to inspire writing.”

The funny thing was I realized that we hadn’t done any writing since we had arrived.

“Yes, we will talk to you soon…”

‘That was a big fat lie. When was the last time you lied to your mom?’ he scribbled.

‘”In another century,” I replied.

‘We have no clothing for the children.’ I wrote on the pad. ‘Let’s go to that used clothing store and see if we can find a few things.’

As we walked out of the hotel, I noticed a man paying too much attention to us. I snuggled against my husband and whispered in his ear.

“We at least have a face.” My husband gestured toward the stores nonchalantly. “Walls have ears…”

We were able to find just what we needed for the children and a few things we hadn’t thought of. There had been an old kerosene lamp in a store window. Light would be important.

I also asked Marina our shop clerk friend if she had anything that no one would buy.

“That makes no sense.” She raised her hands.

“I want to buy something so the money will help you and your family.”

“Oh, now I understand. We were sent too many matching ugly t-shirts. Pay me whatever you wish.” She made a face as she held one up.

“Yes, they are a unusual.” The t-shirts were a waste but money would help Marina.

***

“Dmitre, how are?” My husband sounded concerned.

“We will be overtaken in a day no more than two. My friend we did not expect Mariople to be vulnerable but they have already sighted Russian ships. My mother must leave.”

“That is a wise decision. We are ready for them.”

“You are?” The strain in his voice lessened.

“Yes.”

“Okay. They are packed and ready.”

“What about you?”

“We would never make Odessa. We will go west to friends. We will hope…”

“And pray” the two men said in unison.”

“They will be safe here, my friend.” My husband said with assurance.

“We will keep in touch for as long as we can. We told the women to pack warm layers of clothing and to leave all else.”

“We hope for their safe arrival.”

“Yes, let us hope for the safety of many. Please have them call when they arrive. My mobile is the only way to reach us.” I could see the moisture around my husband’s eyes.

“Thank you, my friend.” Dmitre ended the call.

***

Reader: have you ever purchased an item or items with no usefulness to help another person?

We recently purchased a hat from a man in Uganda. So many people had been out of work that we knew any amount of money helped put food on the table. The hat hangs on my bed post as a reminder.

Thank you for visiting Penned in Moondust aka Moondustwriter. if you are visiting from the A to Z challenge, thank you for your time. here is the story in order – it is a fictional story about what is going on in current time in Odessa, Ukraine. Believe it or not this was originally written in Odessa during my stay there in 2007.

Links to the beginning of the story:

Authors

The Basics

Clearly Crazy

Discovery

Eavesdropping

Catch the great bloggers at the A to Z Challenge

“N” is for new #atozchallenge #children

children played

mothers watched

siblings pumped water

all was well with the world

it’s a new setting

no more fists flying

soccer balls in the air

new relationships

on the horizon

 

This land is filled with anger and frustration. What a great day when children of all ages play instead of fight. My eyes watered when a big boy reached his hand to help a younger boy who had tripped kicking the ball.

Beneath the Past #poetry

sf houses golden gate

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered in a year

my ten-year old me

painful memories so near

I meandered through a wood

it had been too long

I lay beneath the breeze

heard familiar old songs

I looked for a friend

gone too long ago

she reached out her hand

and took me in tow

I visited old people

they fit like a glove

“thanks” a small word

when they shower you with love

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered many a year

I stood in old shoes

scar’s lessons – need not fear

shoes

 

Poets United Midweek Motif is prompting us to write about Recovery. There are so many forms of recovery. We can recover from physical ailments, addictions, or pain inflicted by others. What does recovery mean to you?

 

 

 

 

The Amputee #poetry

shoes

It was cold down there

where my leg once hung

I never talked to my limbs

now I hold long conversations

with something that is forever gone

We made memories

palled around as friends

we were a team you and I

well we were

I guess good things all have to end

Think about “Us”

If you could do it all over

would you run off

at the first sign of trouble

leave me without cover

I always thought

you’d stand and fight

misconceptions run in my family

you were more concerned

about being right

*** For all those who have suffered amputation it is not an easy thing you face. That part of you will never get better and your diligence is required everyday to prevent infection. I met a man at the hospital  and he was one his third bout of losing more of his foot. He had a great attitude about it I might add but his feet I could tell had become his friends.

Make a Wish #birthdays #poetry

happy birthdaySo many bright memories

when we were young

if I could  pull one string

memories would unravel and sing

Your favorite cake cut, 16 pieces

somehow shattered the moment

no one could understand

inside you cried

kaleidoscopic do they turn

island letters on soup can labels

and crushes on boys

such are a young girl’s toys

the merry-go-round up and downs

so many presents still to be wrapped

burning late Christmas Eve light

sharing dreams long into the night

 the stability you gave

 my life in chaos

much more than absurd

no one could love just hurt

I offer you a wish over many miles

you deserve candles

and  so much more

I’m bringing chocolate cake to your door

This poem is written for a good friend who put up with so many of my highs and lows (in life.)

Blessings to you Lorodd, you deserve the best.

Photography: Moondust Designs 2014. (The shot is a candle in front of my Christmas tree.)

 

 

Gone Are Those Days #photography #poetry #dpchallenge

my pool

Gone are summer’s days

many voices many sounds

where we played in sun’s rays

children all around

dreamy is the dog

Never forgotten

are the ones who with wag

give  crisp autumn  smiles

lost season’s sag

 

my mistake

Gone is winter’s stormy pain

your fingers drew a daggered edge

angled at my heart

free once more to fledge

 

around my heart

Never forgotten passage’s tears

winding about all but dead

willing life to sprout

binding spring of winter rid

half heart

The daily post photography challenge is Gone but not forgotten.

Where is Tomorrow??? #devotion #poetry #photography

love me calla

What shelf is broad enough

to place my burdens and my pains?

what jug deep, wide and stout

my tears won’t wash away?

Where can I lay my head

a little rest to gain?

your hand I reach for in the night

and beg you please to stay

*

I wander in the shadows now

not sure what tomorrow brings

but this my cry into the night

I will not fail to sing

my voice no longer is in tune

(tho) you hear with no hindering

I smile because I know you care

you bear me on broad wings

This poem is written to encourage any of you who feel too weak to raise your head off the pillow of sorrow, loneliness or pain.

Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him…

 Psalm 37:7

On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.

Psalm 62:7

Be still black back

 

 Today – I’d like to share this with Poet’s Pantry and GodVerse.

Harvest Celebration #november #poetry #harvest

 

 all the machinery is oiled

 tucked away for another year

hands are chapped and stained

jeans are beyond repair

long lines of  jars

are waiting for papa

to put away

*

the air is filled with spice

and the kids are keen

tonight we bundle up

jars of corn,potatoes, and beans

 given as an offering

thrown into a  pot

 we hunker down with a cup

*

tear off some bread

cross-legged on the ground

some laugh others holler

the tractor pulls around

“come on kids time for a spin”

young and old

jump on the hay hauler

*

moonlight graces the fields

smiles on the hard work

and for another year

is pleased with our effort

the bonfire no longer shy

limbs and cornstalk fuel

meeting the night starry clear

*

sparks seem to fly

dessert cooks on the end of a stick

marshmallows with chocolate the best

children’s gooey  hands they lick

we look into year-end embers

packing up our memories

&  bid “goodbye” to another harvest

bonfire

 This weeks Poets United Midweek Motif celebrated the Bonfire. So whether its inspired by Guy Fawkes or a successful harvest gather round the fire.

Last year’s Harvest offering.

The Smiles You Left Behind #poetry #blogging #bloggingfriends

sandy path (3)

you stopped by to say “hi” today

I watched you as you left

a petal so fragrant

I could not soon forget

you skipped in moon dust today

fingers drew smiley faces

I wanted to retrace

your fairy foot paces

you commented on my blog today

one moment you spent

a ray of sunshine

you dropped as you went

This is to each of you who stop by for a brief moment and leave a comment. What a gift to say something that can linger as a kindness all day. You make writing these posts a joy.

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Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.

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