I am lying on the couch, trying to decide what to do with my day. I am home alone and it's boring. Suddenly, outside I hear a noise... I lift up my head, and strain my ears. I am certain that this is just wishful thinking. Then I hear it, the car door slams and there is the unmistakable beep of her car alarming. "She's home!!!" I jump off the couch, repeating my cheer over and over. My tail is wagging a mile a minute. I wait patiently and sit like-a-good-girl for her to put down all of her stuff, and pet me. I do a happy dance. Normally, she heads to the small room with the water bowl that is not for me, and comes back to put food in my bowl. Today she heads down the hall to the sleeping den and lays across the bed. I jump up next to her confused because it is not dark. I worry she forgot the food, I lick her face and it is wet and salty. I am worried of a lead. I lick more and think it worked, and she smiles. "I love you" she sits up. "Let's eat."
Here’s to Staying at Home Kid
Nina pushed the cobwebs out of her face, and adjusted her light. The attic was disgusting. She estimated that there was at least three generations worth of junk up here. She wished her grandmother had taken more time to go through it all before she passed. Now, with her mother in the throes of grief and the bank closing in on the old house there wasn’t much time to look through the attic for hidden treasures. Nina prayed she could find a Picasso or a Monet hidden amongst the junk. Anything really that could be sold off to help her mother keep her childhood home would be great.
After about an hour, she had a pile of items set aside to go to auction. She stood up quickly from her stooped perched and slammed her shoulder on to the edge of a hat box. The box toppled over, spilling its contents across the floor revealing a stack of letters. Curiously Nina picked one up and opened it noting it to be addressed to her Grandfather.
Scanning the letter briefly, she read the words, "You'd want to keep me. I'd want to be kept. What a disaster that would be." Intrigued, Nina scooped the stack back into the hat box and headed downstairs. Washing her hands of dust and grabbing a snack she headed in to the formal library. She flicked on the light and settled into her favorite reading spot.
You are without a doubt the greatest man I have ever met. When I am with you I feel safe, loved and protected. Which is why it is so difficult for me to tell you that I must turn down your marriage proposal. I wish I could tell you in person, but I don’t know when I would see you again. You have returned to the Army base after your furlough, and I have just found out that I will be leaving for the United States for my next film. I was just cast as a lead in a movie called Casablanca John, a lead! The fact of the matter is, that if I married you, You'd want to keep me. I'd want to be kept. What a disaster that would be. What an utter tragedy of lost potential. I could not possibly give up now on my dreams of being and actress. I know that lifestyle is not for you John, and I respect you too much to allow you to compromise your dreams for me.
Ever Your Darling,
Nina’s mouth dropped open. No, it couldn’t be. Could it? She knew the movie well, having watched it hundreds of times with her grandfather. She flipped over the envelope and saw the return address for the first time. Miss Ingrid Bergman. The address was from Sweden. A quick perusal indicated that the entire pack was letters written by the World War 2 starlet.
Nina let out a strangled shout. She looks up towards the sky, “Thank you Poppa” she whispered, and ran out of the room to show her mother.
When I Give My Heart
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Sitting in the waiting room
The noise was deafening
The child that has been screaming
As a harried father holds tries to reel him in
The chatter of the staff behind the desk
The click of her own heels on the linoleumAs she paces back and forth
The carts that clatter with broken wheels
The incessant beeping of machines
And monitors, that crescendo
When the metallic doors slam closed and open
Revealing the Doctor
Her heart pounds in her ears
"How is he?" She cries
The pause is too long
His eyes will not meet hers
The world stops spinning
And the silence engulfs her
Never so silent, and never so loud
She cannot hear his responseAs the silence pulls her to the dark.
I always wanted to write my own story
But you wanted to write it for me
I could get my silly degree
(As if six and a half years and a doctorate-
was equivalent to a certificate)
But you knew that when I was done
You would tuck me away
In a home in New Jersey with 2.5 kids
And a dog
You wanted to control my body
Told me that if I would just let you
You could tell me what I would like
You could be my master
I couldn't breath
But I didn't even know I was drowning
But the final bells rang and we went homeTo the holidays and to our families
The cold air hit my face
And I could BREATHE
For the first time in months
I could see the shoreAnd I knew what I had to do
I told you it was meAfraid to hurt you with the truth
But in the end I had to say it
When you wouldn't let me go
I had to make it stop
Scared to be a statistic I always knew
It wasn't me - It was you.