 She still couldn't shake the previous night's dream. Visions of the home she once knew lingered in her mind as she tossed and turned. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her straight black tresses to the side of her dingy face. As she stood up from the dampened and flattened cardboard box she now called home, a familiar voice called out.
"Meli! Meli! I know you hear me, girl!" Her sister rushed toward her for the first time in years. But Meli was less thrilled about the discovery. She wasn't proud of who or what she'd become and she certainly was in no shape for a visitor, even if it was family. Despite the crumpled and tattered clothing and the odor of the streets, Tunisa hugged her close. "How did you find me anyway?" She didn't receive an answer to the question. Her sister simply looked at her with a look she knew all too well. Something was very wrong. That's why she'd come. "What is it, Tunisa?" "Mom's not doing too well. She only wants to see you. That's all she's ever wanted." Dutifully, Meli followed her sister in silence. There were a few department store shopping bags in the backseat of the new minivan. She figured her sister must have turned into a shopaholic, like so many others these days. They eventually pulled up to a small blue two-bedroom house that sat on about an acre of unkempt land. Despite the yellowing lawn in need of some mowing, the house seemed welcoming. As they got out of the van, her sister handed her the bags. "Go wash up and pick out what you like. They're all yours." "Are you sure? You don't have to do me no favors, big sis." "Just go on and get dressed girl. It's nothin'." As Meli walked through the house she felt a sense of warmth - the furniture, the smells, the decor - everything was like the home from her dreams. Just like the home she used to know. This wasn't that place, but everything was here. She'd save the questions for later, as she really was looking forward to that shower. The bathroom contained all of her favorite hair supplies and toiletries and the towels even contained her initials. Now things were getting strange, but she went ahead with the shower and put on a flowery, autumn-colored dress that flattered her shape. Her sister even remembered her size. When she came out of the bathroom, Tunisa muttered something about leaving the rest of the clothing at the house for now. Thoughts of her mother ran through her mind. She felt guilty and ashamed for not keeping in touch all these years. Why was mom now requesting her? She desperately wanted answers, but didn't know what to say. Was it even appropriate to question things? So much time had passed, she just didn't feel right having any kind of conversation outside of small talk. Both her mom and Tunisa had tried to help when she lost her job and her home, but she was too embarrassed to accept help. She didn't want to be a burden or a charity case. Her skills were no longer useful. Computers had taken over everything she knew how to do, so she'd have to start over. Even fast food venues turned her down. They preferred the younger generation and she was far from that. She wasn't old, but she wasn't young either. After leaving behind everything and everyone she knew and loved, she had been too ashamed to keep in touch. How could she explain things? They pulled up to her sister's home just down the road. Inside her mother was lying on a hospital-like bed flicking channels. She knew it. Her mother was ill and now she felt even worse for not staying in touch. She instantly went to her mother's bedside, but not before noticing the huge grin spreading across the woman's aging face. As they embraced, she said a prayer for her mother and apologized for not being around more. Suddenly, she felt a chill and saw a flash of light. Her mother shouted something incoherent and began dancing around the room. Her sister looked on in astonishment. Apparently her mother hadn't moved her legs or spoken in years. The doctors never could make a diagnosis. She now seemed to be cured. All Tunisa could utter was "Thank you. That van and house you just came from are yours. I saved your furniture and had it built so you could be close to mom until she...but um, that might be a while now." The tears then flowed from her eyes. It's never too late to keep in touch with your family. You never know how much you mean in someone's life. *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network
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 Come take my hand Sit with me a while Come take my hand We'll just laugh a while Come take my hand Listen to my heart Come take my hand We can never part Come take my hand Keep me close this way Come take my hand Promise me you'll stay As you take my hand I'm telling you now Always as one we stand This to you I vow *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network
 I'm slowing down to a crawl Even though I wanna run Want to run with you all I'm back here feeling alone I've been here a long time now Waiting all day for tomorrow Following a dream that waits for me On a road that's always going Felt lonesome a long time And the remedy is at my fingertips And it won't be the flirt that finds me For I see none with my eyes All of those and none of them Are viewed with these eyes of mine And knowing of me will never be ours Until knowing knows itself When these verse are of your voice And of a choir are made these rhyme I've been lonesome for as long as I know A barren soul houses us all Though the hue of my vision is distorted I long for when I meet you outside This shell can be traveled through But be wary of what is your method Gentleness will only do What we want in the beginning and after So lonesome for a long time no more Copyright (c) Joshua Packard 2004 Read more of Joshua's lyrics at JRPSongs.  I heard her cry as they crumpled their papers
Scattering them over her beautiful floor I heard her cry as they cut down 10 trees Then, hundreds and thousands more I heard her cry as they polluted her waters With paper, plastic, oil, and cans I heard her cry as they used that same water To clean off their dirty hands I heard her cry as they disturbed the animals To build structures that polluted her sky I heard her cry as they kept on going Without even stopping to say hi. I heard her cry as she realized their thoughts Were not of her beauty and wondrous sights I heard her cry as she fell apart So they could rise to 'greater' heights I heard the Earth cry as they paid her no mind Too busy tending to their daily chores Did you hear her cry too from all of her strife Or were you one of those closing their doors? --- This poem is pretty much self-explanatory. Those familiar with some of my poetry and articles may know that nature and taking care of the Earth is a passion of mine. Sometimes people get so caught up in their normal routine that they don't think about the Earth. There are many things people do, not realizing (or sometimes not caring) just how much impact it has on the planet. I often wish more people would open their doors to an eco-friendly change, so that the Earth might last longer. Will they? What do you think? *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network  Image © Lyn Lomasi; All Rights Reserved The following is a poem that I wrote after awaking in the middle of the night. Perhaps it means something to someone out there. --- A whisper faintly heard Through miles of forests and land Calling for just a simple Touch of a longing hand Blowing through the breeze A voice that's louder still Yet does anyone even hear One; staring from the windowsill Whispering back faintly Behind window pane and trees Yet the whisper carries Floating amid the breeze *I originally published this via Yahoo Contributor Network
by Joshua Packard, JRP Songs  Photo credit: Morguefile.com free photo Born and raised
Never the same twice This child tased With rolls of loaded dice A grown mind crazed Never naughty nor nice His eyes glazed With a layer of thin ice Here's the boy Told not to question His mind to headway Into a cliche The sky it snowed And from it came hail Til his eyes showed Nothing at all Here's the boy Beat into attention His face wiped clean Of childish gleam A warm heart But cold skin Save the lost boy Before he breaks again Here's the boy Starved into disillusion And the thought Of love not taught Copyright (C) Joshua Packard 2004 by Joshua Packard, JRP Songs  Photo Credit: Morguefile.com Free Photo A friend you'll always have
A friend always in me When you're in good or bad weather, in need, or whenever A friend indeed I will be For my love is here for everyone My friendship completely free No contracts, gimmicks, or strings attached Just an everlasting guarantee And all that I show of all that I have No skin can feel, no eye can see For not touch nor taste, sight, scent, or sound Can crack my love's solved mystery Copyright (C) Joshua Packard 2004  Photo credit: Morguefile.com free photo by Joshua Packard, Contributing Writer I will always be right here with you
Through Never and Always When you lose and when you win Through the thick and through the thin When in courage and in fear With your smile and in your tear Throughout both day and night And in darkness and in light Through Never and Always Beyond the end of my days by Joshua Packard, JRP Songs  Photo credit: Morguefile.com free photo You think you think
You hate me, you hate you And it would please me now, too To hate you, hate you Make it easy now to Hate you, hate you We've both trodded that road The long road to nowhere Cos it won't, it won't work I saw it, I show it, You know you wanna know it. And here it is: Your beautiful poetry, It is nothing til you see, The truth behind your lies. And what a shoddy disguise, The blood staining your eyes. Your eyes Your eyes I can see you. So is it true, That you can't see me. You can, but do you? Understand? When I say a man is a man. And take my hand. Can you hear me? Do you hear me? And a man is man. No word or deed can, Confuse what I understand, Because I have a real plan. Did you go anywhere, Coz I'm still standing here. Though we took great care, Did we take the long road to nowhere (C) Joshua Packard 2004 |
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