Crafty day and all that mess.

I like Little Big Planet. I love the designs, the concept, and the gameplay. So when my sister offered to crochet me something, I HAD to jump on the chance to have my own SackGirl.

Amber made the body, and I made the hair, bandana, clothes, and picked out the accessories. Its quite a call back when I used to make some silly little rag dolls with my sister and play out games with them. We called them games but a more understandable term for it would be roleplaying. Just two little girl playing characters we brought to life. Princesses and fighters of great courage and ability, mysteries and origins unknown. The villains were the worst of the worst, terrible people who deserved to be punished and defeated.

There I go again, rambling about my childhood. I seem to have a habit of doing that.

So I didn't post yesterday because I was in a butt of a mood. So I'll post something tonight to make up for that. Sorry!

I chose this one, because I thought a bit about my dad today. He passed away just short of a year ago, in September, 2012. I wrote this poem a few years back as another assignment for my CRW2032 class. The teacher, Dr. Robison, was a great encourager of those who wanted to write. If I could repeat that last semester of her class, I would. It wasn't a good time for me and I let myself drop out without finishing it.

Duck Pond

The day started with a trip to the store. Two little hands held in mine,
soft and small and shy, trust in the warmth of mine. Up and down the aisles,
those little fingers point and touch, until we see our  goal. Two boxes,
less than the five in my pocket, cheap fun for a family. Silly games and songs
fill the car with laughter. Peace seems just beyond my fingers today.
The pond is still, the sky streaked by long white wisps. My two angels run
across the field and their tiny feet thunder down the dock.  Stoic ducks
wait with knowing patience for the crunchy tidbits to land in the water below.
High pitch shrieks tumble to the pond, racing shivering ripples over the shining surface,
A whole bag fell, ducks scrambled in, dipping, flashing feathered tails to dive and grab.
I watch my life wander down to the lapping edge to skip crackers, square Frisbees
bouncing once, sinking sodden to the fish below.  Their laughter makes the day
sail by on iridescent wings and back to the car we trek, whispering as the sun sets,
our time to be free flown away.

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Well, I think its time for me to crash. I'll chatter at you on the morrow. HIT ME UP WITH A COMMENT! Thursday is another prompt day, so chatter back at me, lovelies! I want to hear from you. I feel so alone here in the white space otherwise.

 

Sleep well and Sweet Dreams.