Monthly Archives: May 2013

Row by row they passed, young, straight and true to their wish to serve when their nation called. Into battle they went. When war was done, they returned. All gave some. Some gave all.

Each year they gathered to remember those who gave all. As is the way with time, their ranks grew less, their walk less straight. They reminisced their time with those who had joined their friends in life eternal.

Eventually all will pass. I imagine them again marching straight and true once more united. They’ll not be forgotten.

We will remember them and what they have given when we say, “Lest we forget.”

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Captain Silver Beard Jones eyed his motley crew, “ARGH, MATEY!”

Audible sighs were heard.

“Today’s the day we separate the crew from plank walkers.”

Another sigh as one whispered, “I knew it! Another spelling test!”

The first few times the class had seen their teacher’s alter ego, they’d enjoyed the fun but they soon learned it was his way of breaking the tension when he intended giving a test. This time they were ready.

Captain Silver Beard Jones was shocked, “Everyone scored 100%.”

The class smiled at their bountiful plunder. Their teacher had forgotten to erase their spelling list from the board.

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“What are you doing?”

“Making a sammich, Poppy,” she still hadn’t got that word.

“What are you putting on it?”

My stomach turned at the list. The words of  “You Put the Lime in the Coconut” came to mind. The words warn of odd mixes but I think I would prefer the lime in the coconut.

“Sweetheart, that’s an odd sandwich.”

“It’s everything I like so it must be good. I made it for you because I love you.”

I couldn’t refuse her smile. I tried to look delighted.

The song played in my mind, “Doctor, ain’t there nothing I can take to relieve this belly ache?”

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My child, asleep after a day of new discoveries…

I wondered, “What dreams does he bring?”

My mind, slowing in the moment of contentment, brought thoughts of my grandfather so long ago…

“Cwsg fy mhlentyn a heddwch yn mynychu ti,” his words would soothe me when sleep was elusive.

Welsh, the language of my ancestors, was lost in time to me yet this one phrase I understood.

Kissing the forehead of my sleeping joy, “Sleep my child and peace attend thee.”

I could see my grandfather smiling down on us, sharing our intimate moment, knowing he was still a part of our lives… all through the night.

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“The Art of Pancakes”… What a title for such a simple recipe yet I was lost in thought as the broadcast droned on.

“Melt butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat,” the voice continued.

How many times in our lives have we been lost in those mundane moments?

She stirs. I gently stroke her head still too warm. Her eyes again close.

The voice, “Cook until golden brown.”

The night had been long as anyone with a fevered child knows. My eyes slowly closed…

“Mumma?”

Her call brought me back to my senses. Her temperature was returning to normal.

“Can I have pancakes?”

“I know just the recipe.”

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