Cookies

 

I climbed the stairs with confidence

Knowing my fate to come

The note was left on the counter

And I had no inkling to run

 

No voice inside

Said this is wrong

Once the rope’s set up

It won’t be long

 

A scream I heard

From down below

A child’s voice

From down the road

 

She played with friends

Too many to count

But here I am

With no one about

 

Again she shouts

So to the window I move

She’s playing and shouting

And dancing a groove

 

Standing on the chair

Her voice gets to me

Swaying my confidence

And causing uncertainty

 

Held my fate in her hand

A girl I never met

She played outside

I’ll never forget

 

What she said was not beautiful

Or significant in any way

But all I needed

Was a reason to stay

 

Her mother brought out cookies

To nibble on and snack

She ask her mom if she could share

With the nice lady in the attic

 

Her mom jumped

When she saw me up there

Uncertain what to do

I just gave her a stare

 

That little girl

And her momma too

came to my house

came to my rescue

 

While the little girl wondered

What was I doing up there

Her mother looked down

And twiddled her hair

 

Unnerved by my actions

And afraid what I’d say

She smiled at me

And asked if I wanted them to stay

 

I thanked them

And told them I would be fine

Not to worry

I’ve accepted this sign

 

Ten years ago that little girl saved me

From making a choice that ends it all

Today she graduates

Boy, has she gotten tall

 

I’ll never forget that day

And the way her mother feared

Uncertainty ran wild amongst us

But it is no longer weird

 

I owe my life to them

And their cookies so yum

A simple act

Is not dumb

 

A girl and her mom

Helping me taught us a lesson

One simple act

Can change your depression

All My Friends Are Dead

This is a funny little book I picked up at Target the other day. If you brew tea, you know there are these tiny periods of time that you have to fill between waiting for the tea to brew and when you can add your sugar or anything. Eventually I will have a “What To Do While Your Tea Brews” post but not today. This book is a cute read, but it’s also great to read while your tea brews because by the time you finish it your tea will be ready.

This would also be a cute read if you don’t make tea. It has a message and theme that could make you think about the perspective of the characters portrayed. Simply put, I liked it. (Don’t be that jerk who reads it then puts it back on the shelf. Just buy it. It could be a conversation piece.)