Goals – November 1, 2020

“Gramps, I don’t get to meet Daddy?”

“No.  You know why, precious.”

“He went to a war and got killed.”

“Before you were born.”

“Momma knew Daddy?”

“Yes, child.”

“Momma didn’t like me?”

“Loved you, dear, like your Daddy did.”

“But he didn’t meet me.”

“Doesn’t matter. He loved you. And your Momma.”

“Why’d Momma leave?”

“She didn’t child.  When you were born, she got sick.”

“The doctors couldn’t make her better?”

“Sometimes they can’t.”

“I’m gonna be a doctor.”

“Why, dear?”

“So I can fix mommies.”

“I see.”

“Then I’m gonna stop wars.”

“That would be good too, precious.”

FF:10; WC:100

Published by spwilcen

Retired career IT software engineer, or as we were called in the old days, programmer, it's time to empty my file cabinet of all the "creative" writing accumulated over the years - toss most of it, salvage and publish what is worthwhile.

14 thoughts on “Goals – November 1, 2020

  1. Gracias, senor. It is always good to see your face, better to read your posts, and reassuring there is sanity out there somewhere. I hope this has been a delightful, safe, and indeed sane weekend for you. Buckle up, the next few days will be, um, interesting. Thanks, amigo for stopping in, reading, and taking time to comment.

    1. Well, I’m sorry for your weekend. Take heart that as far as we are allowed to understand, every time the sun goes down, there’s promise of a tomorrow with it’s own sunshine to cheer, gentle rain to nourish, or challenges to make us stronger. Thank you for taking time to read and to comment. Lets me guess I’m on the right track. Hope your coming week softens the weekend and puts it all in perspective. Do well!

    2. See you’ve been idle on WP. Pound on the keyboard. Not known for hitting back, keyboards. Sometimes when you talk to yourself (which writing mostly is) you hear things better, see things clearer, and decide which things that bug you aren’t worth the worry you give them. Again – Do well!

      1. I did write today! It was quite garbage…unedited, typed up on my phone, pretty emotional. But I did write, for the first time in months. I’m going to try to write every weekend, more if I can. I can feel your kind, big spirit through the Internet. I don’t know if you remember me or not, but you left a comment on my blog a month or so back encouraging me. Thank you for that–it stayed with me and helped. I’ve had a broken spirit for a long, long time. I’m going to try though. <3

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