Monday, May 23, 2016

Our Libraries...A thoughtful story


Our Libraries
By: Michelle R aka Naila Moon

                                         It is said, "When someone dies a library is burnt."

I was 33 years old. A young, single, hard-working mom of two.  I had a decent job in a busy, bustling home care agency in Missouri.
Over the years, I had heard of special clients who had passed on.  I even had my own share of special people who had died in my life. I watched my Paw-Paw for weeks die right before my eyes.  I saw both of my Great-Grandmothers, an uncle, and two close friends and just last year my beloved Grandma and my Dad.  However,  through all of that, nothing would prepare me for the events and the silence that followed, that occurred on September 11, 2001.

                                          It is said, " When someone dies a library is burnt."

I had more than once used this phrase before. I had even meditated on its meaning but on September 11th the meaning became all too clear.  The meaning took on something huge! Something, that even after I sit here and write these words, I simply could not fathom was happening.  For those of us that were able to remember, we saw right before our eyes 3000 plus people perish before us. We saw New York in flames.  Was this New York's libraries burning of those 3000 plus people?  Maybe that is so.
My question is were they forgotten?  I do not think so, but their knowledge, their infectious smiles, their laughter, their entire being is gone.  The meaning is there: in other words each of their libraries was perished in that fateful loss.

So here it is, eleven years later, We as a people have taken more books off our own shelves. We have learned, we have grown and we are stronger.  We also, do not forget so easily. Well, at least I don't.
I know one thing is for sure. I will never again walk in to or see a library the same way. I will not see the rows upon rows of books and not think of all those men, women and children.

                                       Yes, your libraries have been burnt but you are not forgotten!

Thursday, February 18, 2016

In the Moonbeam...a poem

In the Moonbeam
by MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved Feb. 2016

I looked out on the horizon of the night.
The moon shown brightly,
As moonbeams struck the Earth below.

I called out your name
As if you were there,
Waiting for me,

I desperately searched,
To catch a glimpse
Of the love you used to have
For me.

You were not there.

I only saw shadows dancing
In the beams of what had been.
A distant likeness,
Now,
Gone.

I attempted to hold
those shadows
But they only fell through my fingers,
Displaying only memories
Of time gone by.

I continued to wait,
Hoping,
Living,
Breathing,
But in the end,

You were not there,
And I had to move on,

Alone.



Saturday, August 29, 2015

Writing Her Heart Out...A Story in 100 Words

Writing Her Heart Out
by MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved August 2015

Leslie looked down at the paper in front of her. It was a blank sheet staring at her, begging her to put pen to paper. The blue lines were meshing into each other; they blurred and twisted wildly, fighting for attention.


Panic rose up in side of Leslie’s throat, squeezing the air she was trying to breathe. Her thoughts consumed her as she tapped her pen against her flushed cheek.


"What do I do?" she thought.

She had pulled an all-nighter before this big day. She knew the material. She began to write the essay with all her heart.


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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Unfair...a poem

Unfair
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved 
June 2015

I am a mess of flesh,
supposedly written
before I had the chance
to decide.

Unfair it seems.

I am riddled with dreams
of the past
but not
of the future.

They haunt me
and I do not
sleep.

Unfair it seems.

What am I to do?
Drugs.
Therapy.
Anxiety.
Depression.

Unfair it seems.

Yet, here I sit
with it all.
Waiting for
the next step
to happiness again.

Unfair it seems.


Sunday, March 29, 2015

#Fi50 Kernel of Truth...Fiction in 50 Words CHallenge

Kernel of Truth
by MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved  March 29, 2015


He scoured the paper with wide open eyes. 

He flipped each page carefully as if it was silk being run through his fingers.

"Huh!" he'd exclaim as the next page filled his brain. "Is there a kernel of truth in this?"

Headline: Green baby alien born to New Jersey couple.
 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Sincerely Yours...50 Words Challenge #Fi50

Dearest,

Our life together has been, shall we say, interesting.

Waking up next to you with that green stuff on your face and curlers in your hair has been fabulous. I was in awe of it.

But now, I am seeing someone who actually shaves her legs.

Sincerely yours,
Rita

Red Faced... a poem

Red Faced

by MR/aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved 2015

Gently I looked out my window onto the horizon.

There I saw her,
hair dirty,
clothes unkempt,
and holes in her blue jean pockets.

She was just a wisp of a thing.
She moved slowly.
Obviously,
the world was bearing down on her shoulders.

I watched her.
Children ran by,
cars avoided her,
and people walked by
not noticing.

Or did they?

I did,
and my face went red,
the heat bellowing,
to the depths
of my soul.

It hurt me to know
that this woman,
this lost soul,
was looking for food,
in my garbage container
just outside my window.

It hurt me to know
that she just wanted someone
to see her,
to notice her,
as they ran by,
not caring,

I did.
I cared.

But by the time I took
action,
she was gone.

Life had moved on
for her.

For me,
time stood still
for a moment.

Once again,
my face went red,
as I realized,
I have a good life.
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