Sandy's Scribbles, Poetry and Prose

The Parade   Hurry! You Know we are going to miss the parade. Laura always over exaggerated and was a bit nervous and anxiety driven. She did not want to miss out on anything. Always afraid the if she closed her eyes for one minute, she would miss something important or something important would miss her. Her sister Veronica, also known as Roni to friends, had the total opposite personality, she was “cool as a cucumber” as the saying goes. “What is the rush” Roni said, “Tommy is going to save us spot. It is a least 30 minutes before it starts and it only takes us 10 minutes to walk there.” “You just don’t care,” Laura said with a pout on her lips. “I do care,” Roni retorted back “Wellllllllll, then let’s go” So, off the two girls went chatting all the way and just when they reached Main St. and started to turn left to where the allocated seats were. In turning, they were almost run over by the parade goers. “What is going on?” Laura and Roni spouted out in unison ...

  Another writing assignment from my writing class   Character Sketch and development    Although Emma looked graceful in her flirty floral surplice dress that flounced below the waist, everyone could hear her coming down the hall. She walked fast and she walked loud. Thump, clump, thump, was the sound she made promenading from her desk to the copy machine. “Here comes Emma” was on the minds of her co-workers. Co-workers were then greeted by Emma with a cheerful grin and a bubbly “good morning, how was your weekend?” as she passed by.      Emma had only worked in her new role as assistant to the Community Outreach Director for 3 months, but she was the best candidate of the twenty-four that had applied. She was thrilled when she was offered the position and hoping this was the beginning of a new career.   It did not take long to before Emma was part of the work family, she fit in so easily and they felt as if she was their daughter. ...

  Sarah crouched behind the Queen Anne chair in her grandmother’s parlor. Eyes closed tightly; she held her breath. Tears left dirty tracks as they slid down her face. Don’t cry, she whispered to herself. It will only make it worse. M aybe I can just hide here until everyone leaves . She repeated in her mind over and over. Her dress was both tattered and dirty, hanging limply from her body like an old rag. Mama was reluctant to purchase the dress, with Sarah being a tomboy. She also knew mama could never say “no” to those big blue eyes. I shouldn’t have begged mama to buy the periwinkle blue cotton dress. She thought. But it was so pretty, and I look so pretty wearing it…I also love the word periwinkle... It is fun to say it. As she was adjusting the grey sash that was tied into a bow around her waist, she gasped Look at this...it was once white and lovely. Now look at it! Should have listened to mama? Mama said to change clothes before playing by the riverbank...

      Harley Wilkens had never owned a pig before. In fact, he never owned any pet. This was a continuous argument with his mother. He was just a high school teen who was getting ready for college, and he wanted to become a veterinarian. If he had a pig, he could study its behaviors, learn about the body parts and what noises it makes when hungry, mad or curious.                Tommy Flanders was Harley’s best friend since first grade. They did everything together. Tommy was trying to decide what to do with his pig – Bessie, while he was off at college. Harley thought and thought of how to help his friend out.                “I know” Harley stated, with a big grin on his face, “I will take the pig off your hands”                “You are crazy” Tommy said, trying not...

  My 5 th grade teacher Mrs. Whitehead would spend the last 30 minutes of the day reading to the class. She read great children’s stories that I had never heard of at the time. “Charlotte’s Web”, “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”, “James and the Giant Peach”. My favorite story was “Little House on the Prairie” by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Through all of the books, she increased my passion for learning and reading. She would read a chapter or two for the day, then continue every day until the book was completed. Then she moved on to the next one. After she completed each book, I would go to the library and check out the book, reading it on my own time at home. When I found out that “Little House on the Prairie” was part of a series, I began my journey of reading all of Laura Ingalls books. I also re-read them over and over again, as well as researching about her life and watching the TV series “Little House on the Prairie” with Michael Landon, Melissa Gilbert and Dean Butler....

Transformation of loss and bitterness Losing one’s son Can change you without your knowing, yet So does the caterpillar change to a butterfly Or a baby to an adult Silence is not always golden, nor Is it necessary To move on to the next chapter of your life To continue to grow and heal and remember the way things used to be Or to lose sight of what your dreams once were, But to continue to move in the direction of changing, beginnings and endings New face and names, new possibilities and venues Sometimes change means staying the same and it only Looks different But we know the truth and we know the realities For we need to follow the butterfly and follow the path Moving, moving, moving We must dance to the bitter tune of Spring of May and of June When things we see are sought and things we don’t are not Dance!   Please feel free to leave comments on how you transformed from loss and bitterness, the tears, the pain...