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He came to me in a dream
the King of all Kings
Not sure that I believed
He had come looking just for me

Why choose I?
I cast a suspicious eye
It is not as though I’m some
Great Specter in the sky

Do you remember at five years old?
You walked alone down a long dusty road
Upon the ground you found five cents
I bid you place it into your pocket

I do remember this clearly that day
Taking another’s money did not sit well with me anyway
I asked you to trust me that no ill will would come

Your journey continued you began to hum
What is that tune you hum my little friend?
I’d certainly like to hear it again and again
Before long we hummed in unison accord

That’s when the road took a left through a mighty fjord
I fear the water it’s so deep and so fast
Your eyes frightened by that waning avast

It is said at that moment a bridge did appear
They crossed over together without any fear
Might I ask you kind King of all Kings
If you can do that can’t you do all things?

To aid the hungry and in deep despair
You fed the whole church and fed the whole village
with that coin found in some far off pillage
It brought riches galore and money unending

He knelt down beside me my hands held in his
It is not for me to do for you my son
But for you to do things on your own

He raised his robed arm, and before me I saw
Two peaks in the sky a new sun did yaw
That nickle you held in your pocket so long?
Is passed down through the ages one by one

Yet you did not use it a whit?
Instead you took those riches gained there
And carried my children with ultimate care
So now the time is come for you to rest

You have a choice to sleep or to pass
Into the heavens among angels and saints
They aren’t pearly gates but a doorman does wait
A nickle will do it He said with a wink

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

I’ve watched her do it a hundred times, no, two hundred! Push this button and, nope, screen went blue, not good. I’ll just try this other one with that Apple thing on it, she uses it the most to write on and doesn’t cuss at it as much as this other all blue one. What’s this now? An R? On the one that isn’t an Apple thingy.

I’ll push the R, for red so the blue will go away. And push! Sirens? What? I’ve attempted to access an adult restricted site? Why would someone put an adult restricted site on a kids computer? Oh right, these are moms computers. One for working for money and one for working for free …. writing. She says that all the time.

Ok, I’ll just push this one, C for clean up. That’s the ticket. I’ll hold it down over and over again until I’ve cleaned it all up. And swoop! That was the last one.

Hey mom! Come and see what I’ve done! I’ve completely cleaned up both your computers, all shiny, new and blue.

Mom? Mom? What are you doing on the floor?

WritePhoto # Office

34 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Cave

CAVE

By Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

I wish that I were a bat,

Not a care in the world

Save to sleep in a cave

Away from strife

Away from life

So cool and clean

High above the furthest ravine.

Reena has given us this PROMPT #213

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #213

The nightmare came again. Yellow goo swallowing me into a diseased COVID haze. I dare not lay back, lest the yellow muck of phlegm and mucus my body is suffocating me in, in its feeble attempt to wash these toxins from my ailing cells, drowns me instead.

Shaking my fist at the irony of man in his attempt to salvage life, to make it last longer, to be healthier; has inadvertently created an illness that converts, changes, metamorphosis’ into something even man’s feeble drugs can not touch.

The body aches for release from this torment. I shall not give in, I shall not let COVID win. I sleep.

In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Prompt in 100 words

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

“I’m not sure we’ve chosen the right place dear.”

“Why ever not husband, the sun warm, the water blue and the mountains will keep the cloudlettes in line,” wife admonished.

“Just a feeling I have wife, a feeling of deja vu if you will,” his edges growing darker, his grumblings much louder now.

“You’re leaking again husband,” wife giggled.

“I was sure we could make it over the mountain tops to the sea my wife, no matter, gather around everyone we go together!”

Rain fell, watering creatures great and small, tiny rivulets making their way to the sea.

by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

(83 words)

What is that Daddy?

Why that’s the moon baby.

What’s a moon Daddy?

Well, it’s a giant round rock that circles the Earth.

What does it do Daddy?

When the moon crosses over the ocean it creates waves.

Who put it up there Daddy?

Well, God put the moon in the sky baby.

What is God Daddy?

Well baby, God is a wonderful Being.

Why would a bean put a rock in the sky Daddy?

I love you baby.

I love you Daddy.

Reena Saxena’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge response to prompts

Loud Thunder

Unseasonal Fear

Surprised Sun

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com

Jolted Awake

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

The Surprised Sun glanced down from his perch light years away, To study the tiny round speck circling him in a perfect revolution of 365 turns.

The loud thunder arising from the tiny planet was a little unsettling, Particularly when it awoke his paramour, Lady Moon snagged in a nightmare of unseasonal fear.

What is it Love? She asked sleepily, urging the twinkling stars around her be still so she could hear her true loves response from across the void of never-ending space.

I think it’s those pesky bipeds again, trying to recreate the power of Me, he answered with the haughtiness of time and wisdom. “Go back to sleep dear,” he said to his Lady and she did.

Just Jot it January 2022 – The Rules by Linda G. Hill – PROMPT WORD “CHOCOLATE”

It was my grandsons first day of kindergarten. I had acquired custody three years prior. He was determined to ride the bus the first day, which he did with glee. His smile so contagious and his energy so massively infectious, that I was bursting out of my own seams that afternoon waiting for him to come home and tell me all about it.

He stepped off the bus, smiling but way less enthusiastically than he had gotten on. I asked how it went and he said he had great fun but didn’t much think he was going to like mathematics. I asked which was his favorite subject so far to which he answered immediately, “Recess and lunch!”

That same night after dinner, bath, teeth brushing, a story and a song and his final kiss goodnight, I was nearly out of his bedroom door when his voice speared me through the darkness, landing a dagger in my heart.

“MeMe?” He asked quietly, “Am I chocolate or vanilla? You know, black or white?”

I assume he’d gotten questioned in school.

Although we have talked about his heritage at great length, I guess nothing says it’s real like peer pressure.

“What do you consider yourself to be my love?”

He held his arm up against mine, my summer tan fading while his luscious color stayed put.

He said, “I’m not black skinned, I’m not white skinned, I’m not pink skinned like you. I’m olive!”

“That you are!” I smiled and explained the meaning of an olive branch, he really liked that.

“But the color of your skin holds much deeper meaning than just the color. You hold so many different stories within that little body! A world history of cultures, struggles, triumphs, eons and eons of information we can explore together over the years. Then if you decide you want to follow one path over another when you are older, you can do so based on fact, research and what you feel in your heart.”

I looked down to see he was sound asleep. He will have a plethora of culture, genetic imprinting and family history to choose from. Here are his familial bloodlines; Black, White, Puerto Rican, Scotch/Irish, Celtic, Native American (Sauk & Fox Tribe, Tama, IA) and Swedish, to start.

Yes, he’s definitely our little Olive Branch!