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Monthly Archives: February 2012

Listen, Look and Remember

 

Excerpts from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ CL Gillmore

Listen, Look and Remember

Weep not, cry not, do not grieve for me-my soul at last runs free.

My immortal spirit, unbound soul, forever young will be.

Pattern: Virginia Rose

 

Excerpts from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ C L Gillmore

Pattern: Virginia Rose

My grandma stood in front of the stove and lovingly cooked for me.

Wiping well-worn hands on her apron, and lifting me up to see.

Now as I hold her delicate china that image remains in my mind

Standing close, feeling her touch, remembering a face so kind.

Soul, Save Me One More Time

 

Excerpts from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ CL Gillmore

Soul, Save Me One More Time

Waves of sadness

And I am Drowning.

Cannot catch my breath.

Soul, save me one more time.

Excerpt from A Friend Request, sequel novel to Uncommon Bond

Excerpt from A Friend Request, sequel novel to Uncommon Bond~

Once a week, very early, sometimes before the sun was even up, the city garbage truck rattled down that alley with two ragtag men clinging on either side of the bumper in back. The men jumped down, banging the dented metal garbage cans and lids at each stop, and emptied the smelly contents into the awaiting truck. Then they hopped back on, pounded the side of the truck a couple of times with their fists and shouted to the driver who then rumbled on to the next stop, the next house down the alley.

As strange as it seemed, there was something comforting when I heard those noisy men and the garbage truck on that early morning route. Routine familiarity. Security in knowing that the night and the darkness were over and a new morning filled with light was beginning.

I felt a sense of relief in knowing I was safely through the night. Another night my friends kept me safe once again.

It’s interesting what a child remembers and what a child forgets, or tries to.

Going Back Online

Excerpts from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ C L Gillmore

Going Back Online

“Why can’t we just go back again to the way it was before?”

Never even realizing he had shut the door once more.

His words of love so easily spoken in passing conversation.

Had touched her heart in a way he would never comprehend.

Oh, when friendship turns to love, it’s never the same again.

A Friend Request…

Excerpt from “A Friend Request”, sequel novel to “Uncommon Bond”

Prologue

… “I remember as a child lying in bed at night
Covers over my head, listening to them fight.
And I always wondered when I heard my name
If I was the cause or if I was to blame?”

The only real home I remember as a young child was the light green house, trimmed in white on East Carroll Street. My mom, older sister, Carla and I settled there after moving from the tiny town of Weldon to Macomb sometime during the summer of 1955 after my dad died. We lived there four years. The longest time I ever lived anywhere as a child.

My sister, Carla, nine years older than me, knew a lot more about life than I did at five or six. I would learn from her years later that our mom spent months in bed after my dad died and that we lived in several apartments before the green house on East Carroll. I don’t recall those other places we lived. I just remember the green house.

I remember the street address and phone number there—1002 East Carroll Street, Amherst 2-7222—and the front porch swing suspended on rusty chains from the ceiling where my sister and I swung on hot, muggy Midwest evenings, listening to the buzzing of the cicadas and the creaking of the swing, back and forth.

The small, five-room house had a kitchen, living room, a dining room that served as my bedroom, two other bedrooms and a bathroom. The living room had two southern facing windows that overlooked a graveled alley. My mom grew pink and purple lacy violets in clay pots on those southern windowsills. I remember those beautiful violets.

The narrow alley separated our small, single-story house from the brick, two-story directly across from us. I learned over the years the brick two-story house served as a slaughterhouse and meat market, grocery store and finally an apartment building, catering mostly to single men.

Carla and I used to scour the alley between our house and the apartment building on Saturday and Sunday mornings looking for money the drunks dropped as they exited the cabs late at night, heading home from the bars. We always managed to find something, mostly loose change, but sometimes dollar bills.

We would take our new-found wealth, walk two blocks to a little neighborhood market and spend it all on things we never had at home—Seven-Up candy bars, Topps baseball cards with gum, Hostess Cupcakes and Snowballs, giant dill pickles, slices of boiled ham, ice cream drum sticks and bottles of Dr. Pepper—depending on how much we found. We stuffed it all down on the slow walk home until we were sick some times.

We never told anyone. It was our secret. A secret between sisters.

Wondrous Days

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

by ~ CL Gillmore

Wondrous Days

Fingers quieted on the keyboard, her eyes were immediately drawn

To the brilliant blue horizon, heightened by the morning sun.

Sapphire skies etched and framed the rugged, layered mountains

That tower, stretch and silently soar just beyond her closed front door.

How could she not have noticed these wondrous days before?

 

The Little Sunflowers

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ C. L. Gillmore

The Little Sunflowers

The Little Sunflowers grow toward the light,

And always with colors so brilliant and bright,

Some may be straight and some may be bent,

But each little flower is still heaven-sent.

I still love you then…

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

“I Still Love You Then”

by ~ CL Gillmore

He slapped me five, wheeled by, as I moved to let him pass,

A basket with his toothbrush and toothpaste resting on his lap,

“Hey, do you remember when I used to be in your class?”

“Yes, I remember that you cried and had to take a nap.”

“No!” He chuckled, “But you still make me laugh!”

 

Common Bond

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

by ~ CL Gillmore

Common Bond

The shadowed streaks of twilight slip silently away

And tuck behind the mountains to mark another day.

Now leaving just the night sounds to whisper and remind

Of magical trips and trusted friends, lost and left behind.