Sandy's Scribbles, Poetry and Prose

      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...