memories

Hickory and Dickory

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boys

Hickory and Dickory
Raced through the room
Light on their feet
Sat on their brooms

Laughter filled
That once bleak place
Smiles abundant
On each young face

Each free to imagine
Permitted to run
Full of happiness
Teeming with fun

Pretending to be
All they could envision
Not even minding
The occasional collision

Young and certain
Contented as could be
Childish antics
Filling them with glee

Cowboys one second
Witches the next
Other times a monster
No one would expect

The beauty of imagination
Pervading young minds
Makes the rest of us wish
We could press rewind

And although we can’t go back
We can still stay young at heart
We just have to rein in
All those lost images from the start

© 2018 Michelle Cook

For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Hickory and dickory

Leathery lies

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Leather straps
A memory of searing pain
The kind that leaves
An abusive stain

Lies to cover up
The cruelty and the hurt
Behind locked doors
Where punishment would flirt

Damaged beyond
What she even knew
This is what she thought
Every father would do

Then one day
She realized the truth
Those embedded scars remain
As deplorable proof

© 2018 Michelle Cook

For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Leathery lies

Certain people…

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friends

Isn’t it funny how certain people
Seem to make time stand still
There are just those certain persons
Who can give us quite a thrill
And it’s only every so often
That we meet such a friend
And the boundaries of their love for us
Seem to have no beginning or end
We just sort of mesh
In an amazing kind of way
There is never a single moment
Without something to do or say
And when you have a friend like this
You can’t help but want them near
Because it’s such a rare thing
To find a person who’s this dear

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Originally written, January 2017

Lavender Love

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She just wanted
What he could never give
A life spent together
To be loved and to live

But he could never see
Beyond his own ambitions
Causing her to question
His silent omissions

Still she remembers
The days of lavender love
Those are the memories
She thinks most of

But those were just dreams
Conjured by her naïve mind
And she can’t forget
How he left her behind

© 2018 Michelle Cook

For a month full of writing prompts click here!  Lavender Love

The little house on the hill

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grass

I used to live
In a little house
On a hill

And oh the views
So beautiful
Even still

A magical place
For sure
It was

A first real home
All just
Because

By the window
I would stand
And stare

Gazing out toward the meadows
Inhaling sweet
Fresh air

Everyday
My love
Did grow

For this amazing place
God did
Bestow

Then one day
My dream
Did fade

My window gone
Another sacrifice
Made

Time couldn’t forget
The love
That grew

My heart more content then
Than it ever
Even knew

That magical place
Now
Deeply hidden

A place
Where my dreams
Were secretly written

I’d give anything
To have
Just one more day

I honestly can’t believe
How long
I’ve stayed away

I think I must have left
My heart
Upon that hill

Because the tug upon it
Is there
Even still

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Originally written, December 2016