T left for school this morning and when I came back down the stairs he had left all the lights on. The toaster was left out on the counter. It amazes me that he has no clue how things get put back into their proper space. I swear he thinks that it is magic.
When I got home from work he was flaked out on his bed. I walked into his bedroom and smiled down at him. He looks at me and says hello then asks me if I could figure out the word. That ‘A’ just did not work.
He shows me the board and the letters are L_RIC.
Lyric I said without hesitation.
He put the ‘Y’ in there and it worked. Under his breath he muttered ‘of course you got it right!’
I looked at him and smiled. That is my thing I said to him. What was he playing you might wonder. Wordle. I have to admit that I am impressed.
voice choked with pain
remember always my child
words have power
you must be careful
do not use for gain.
Beware the urge to scream into the storm
sending into that tempest
your victim’s name;
for out it will ride
blowing on the slightest breeze
until it finds that person
bringing them to their knees.
Take care with the whispered passion
shadows will take
make it so
they will become a chain around your ankles
doting even as you lay dying.
Stay your hand
when it waves in the air
for even fingers talk
giving voice to the feelings inside
releasing them with nature’s force
to take revenge on all those…..
here she stopped,
I held her hand,
tightly in my own,
as gasping out her last breath,
clouded grey eyes
seeking mine with urgency…..
words have power…..
used correctly the world will be at your feet…..
used incorrectly and you will hang at the end of a noose.
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