The Swing

I swing up and see the heavens,

I swing down and see the ground,

I grip the bars aside my face,

As I look into heaven’s grace.

The sweet, cool breeze blows around me,

I fly higher and higher than need be.

A song, a whistle, a smile, a giggle…

Mother laughs along with me.

I let go and fly,

Fly higher to reach the sky.

I hear her cry,

I wonder why, as many hands carry me.

I see her, she sees me.

I laugh, she cries,

The light, the sky,

I see it for the first time.

I reach and follow,

I hear no more sorrow.

I look down onto the ground,

She sits and swings,

I think she thinks of me.

She grips the bars aside her face,

And swings to the sky to feel my embrace.

We laugh and cry,

She saw the light for the first time.

“The swing,” she says. “The swing.”


Something to Past the Time

“Oh my god, Ashton. How did you ever afford such a beautiful necklace,” Alison blurted as she examined the gold chain and the dangling heart-shaped emerald.

“Yeah, Ashton, how did you? As I recall seeing one exactly like it, at the Huntington’s jewelry store just last week.”

Patrick grinned at Ashton with mocking eyes.

“You bought it from Huntington’s,” Alison asked, thrilled by the news. “I was there last week with Jane, and I never saw anything like this, Ashton. When did you get it?”

Ashton stood there, his lips pursed like a fish. His mind went blank. Alison thought it was real and expensive, how was he to tell her he purchased it for twenty bucks at Arlen’s Discount Clothing. It didn’t even come in a box. He grimaced at her sweet facade for several seconds, not wanting to ruin her elation over the sparkling thing.

“Ashton,” she repeated. “When did you get it? It’s lovely!”

“Oh, I just got it a week or two ago,” he said, “Can’t really remember you know. I just saw it and knew you’d like it.”

“Oh, thank you, Ashton! I really do like it,” she blurted with a wide grin. “I will show Jane right now! I can’t believe she didn’t tell me her uncle had this at the store. You know he started working there last month.”

Ashton panicked. He quickly grabbed her arm when she turned to join Jane on the front steps of the house. Alison yelped as she tripped on his toes; falling hard onto her knees.

“Ugh! Ashton, why did you do that?”

She stood, rubbing her aching knees as Patrick erupted in high-pitch laughter.

“Shut up, Patrick. It’s not funny,” Ashton said as he squatted down to look at Alison’s bruised knee. “Sorry, babe. I just thought maybe you’d want to hang out with us a little longer. You don’t have to show Jane the necklace right now.”

“Oh yes I do, Ashton. I promised I’d show her what you got me for my birthday, and I want to show her. We can hang out tonight if you want to. Sarah is suppose to come with us to the mall in thirty minutes, anyways.”

Ashton’s heart sank as he watched her run from the kitchen. He knew Jane would tell her the truth: that there wasn’t ever a necklace like that at the store because it was fake. In fact, he knew Jane would take that opportunity to throw it in her face and make Alison hate him for good.

“Too bad, bro,” Patrick said; laughing under his breath. “I really thought it would work out. But you have to admit this is going to be hilarious to watch.”

“Oh, hilarious for you–maybe–but I’m dead meat when Jane gets done with her! And it’s all your stupid fault too, Patrick. Why did you have to tell her it was from Huntington’s?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a careless shrug, “thought it’d work. I thought it’d help ya out.”

“Liar. You knew she would run off and tell Jane. She tells Jane everything and you know Jane hates me.”

“Jane doesn’t hate you, she just likes to see you squirm. Besides, we all need a little excitement in our lives.”

“Excitement? I think I have enough excitement between you and Jane–too much in fact. Now, I need to fix this. She is going to be so upset–she won’t even want to talk to me.”Ashton sighed before looking up with regret. “Oh no! She’s gonna cry. I can’t handle her when she cries. I can’t stand it! This is all your fault, Patrick. All your fault!”

“Oh shove it, Ashy. Take it like a man. If it will make you feel better, you can go on and make Jane cry with a couple of swings. It might take a awhile, but I am sure you can get a tear to come out of that coarse beast called Jane. I know it will make me feel better.” He laughed. “Ewe! Jane could be a beastie with all that hair she grows. I tell her all the time to go into town and stock up on Nair and she won’t do it. She gets mad too. Don’t know what that’s about. Girls like advice don’t they? I mean if someone told me I was growing too much hair, I’d like to know.”

Ashton stood transfixed. He never realized how oblivious his friend could be–or stupid for that matter.

“What? You’re looking at me the way you look at dumb Carol. Like when she goes on and on about rainbow-colored ponies. Like that would ever happen! I swear, her parents must of smoked something when they had her. She’s soooo stupid!”

“Oh, really, Patrick? I think y’all would be a perfect couple,” Ashton replied before turning to see how much damaged Jane had done already.

“Hey! What’s that suppose to mean? She is stupid!”

A New Dawn

She sits, he waits.


A flustered heart, a tear, a laugh.

The sun begins to set.

They know.

They see each other with acceptance.

No hatred, no anger, no sorrow.

She leaves,  he sits.

A new dawn, a new day.

She laughs, he cries.

They watch the sun rise with new light.

He remembers, she forgets.

He sits and waits.

And waits.

Chinese Food with You, Babe.

Sweet and sour chicken, Mongolian Beef, Chicken Lomein and all the trimmings. Such a great dine-in with you, my darling. Chinese is our food, what we enjoy on a cold night; on a night with nothing to do–nothing to divert ourselves from such boring, frivolous hours of watching the tele or searching the web. We say nothing, we do nothing, but sit silently; savoring the many exotic flavors our mouths are presented with.

We look into each others eyes, smiling that exciting smile, enjoying our silent compliments, and knowing glances. A touch, a quick breathless giggle, a sigh of complete satisfaction as the night stretches on to the late midnight hour. Licking lips, batting eyes, a kiss or two, a snuggle, and a hug. Chinese food with you, babe, is more enjoyable than a night out on the town. No matter what the years ahead bring us, we will always have Chinese food.

I love you always, my darling.


Sisters are close, twins are closer.They are two different people, bound and interwoven like two ripples in a pond; mixing into one. They are alike and opposite like night and day, the sun and the moon, the planets and stars. One can live with out the other, though their lives are frivolous without each other.

They are unique and special, they are one whole and two halves–sister and friend. Twins vary; each set differing from another. They define each other from the day they meet: laughing, crying, sharing secrets, and wishing for the stars, and everything out of reach.

They are one and two. They are each other, and they are none like the other. Their love and respect grows deeper; their minds a similar likeness; their bond bound in an endless circle.

Sisters are close, but twins are closer. They are bound and interwoven, they are alike and opposites. They can live without the other, but they cannot live without each other.

This one’s for you, Sonja. My twin and my friend. I love you.

A scene.

Adam: “You can’t leave, Anne. I won’t let you. Listen, when you look into your future, what do you see?”

(He gazes into her eyes, softly rubbing her cheek with the back of his hand)

Anne: “I see you.”

(She gazes into his eyes surprised by her answer, tears slowly crawling down  her face.)

Anne: “I see you, Adam. I see you….”

Winter wonderland….

You don’t need a mountain of snow to have a mystical, wintry, wonderland. All you need is a little freeze, a little snow or sleet, a cup of hot chocolate, a lover snuggling beside you under a blanket while you watch a movie, and many many romantic episodes that fill the long, cold night. This ones for you, babe, for keeping me company all the night long! I love you, babe!



Love is what I sought, Love is what I found. It was what I fought for, for many years; what I yearned with all my being. He was my escape, my hope, my comfort, and my love. My lifeline to my heart, my angel to my soul–he was the only one who made me whole. Finally, I have him, here in my arms, here in my life. I love him, my husband, so very, very much. Such peace we have, such bright blessedness. I thank god for this man, for such a gift, a precious treasure. I love you, my darling, always forever.

Always Believe

Look to the skies, look to the stars,
Look towards the heavens they’re not too far above.
Look to felicity, look unto passion,
Look toward freedom to love in full wild abandon.
Look to adventure, look to release,
Look towards your dreams, always believe.

~ Jamie Compton, Dec. 2, 2010