WRITERS COLLECTIVE OF CANADA
Sunday June 09, 2024
2 DRAFTS
Hello everybody,
I'm done transcribing all the writing, I've done so far with the WRITERS COLLECTIVE OF CANADA writing workshops. It's amazing how time flies by so quickly when I get started. I am growing more confident with my writing every day now.
I have missed sharing my writing and especially listening to other writers in the different groups I attend. It's one of the best experiences of my life.
Thanks for stopping by and please enjoy,
(Inspired by: What would you like to plant?)
Same day, same routine, same old, same old as they say
Who says, he asked a loud but to nobody.
Sammy got up from his old rocker cracking from his weight
What is there to do today?
Life had nothing new in store for him
Some time ago he still could go out on his own
To the market, to Walts and his favourite place the tree nursery
You see Sammy fell last month and he's bound to his chair
He still could walk short distances
To his bedroom, washroom, kitchen, and living room
They are all so close by
He wanted to have a look at his tree garden
But they had all burned down from last summer's fire
He stood leaning in the glass window, tears running down
He couldn't help himself
Not only had he lost his friends the trees
The blue jays, the cardinals, and the chickadees had gone
The squirrels too had left too
He could not leave nuts in the branches for them anymore
And little Eddy was not allowed to come play in the yard
With his dog Blue because of the ashes everywhere
Peggy Elms, writer
June 02, 2024
(Inspired by: A day well spent)
Dad and me driving down home
He'd hit the road early morning so we'd get there
In the shortest time
Mom and I walk down quiet country roads
Showed me the old torn-down house they used to live in
Actually going to her school and sitting down at the old school desks
and chatting up a frenzy
Knowing there weren't any teachers to stop her
Dad and I shopping for Christmas gifts for all the members of our family
We'd stop and spend time watching the Christmas decorations
He'd keep my hand locked into his for safety and warmth, he said
It felt more like love and caring to me
Mom and I baking a birthday cake for someone in our big family
We kids all preferred vanilla and she found that so weird
Because she was a chocolate fan herself
She would leave the batter bowl with me
I'd clean that bowl up as clean as the dishwasher would have
She'd always add little candies of blue, red, pink, and green
Sparkling them generously over the cake
Then at the end, I'd wait in anticipation for her to dip her finger
In the icing, and touch the tip of my nose and smile.
All these memories are part of the best of my days well spent
Peggy Elms, writer
June 02, 2024
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