Home...a poem and photo

Home
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Looking at me with a tear in his eye,

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he so cried.

With inward breath

I took in the view

A place of antiquity

A place now new.

Our home we had found

Home in which we were to slumber

Home with beautiful sunrise

Home with plenty of food in numbers.

For you see this home,

This beauty to behold

Was of the Earth

Not of stone.

The land was free

The red woods grew tall

This Earth,

This land,

Was free for us all.

I could not help

As I stood in this place,

To thank our Creator

For the loving grace.

The purity

And the love

That was shown

To the human race.

Life's Image... a story

Life’s Image

Bing images (not my own photo)

Jan 12, 1968

Rubbing her tummy the woman says, “Honey, I really think we need to get to the hospital. You see our baby right here. She wants to come into the world right now! “

Jan 12, 1973

Look at me Mommy. Do I look pretty for my 5^th birthday? I brushed my curly brown hair. Did I do a good job? Am I getting lots of presents? I want to be a teacher when I grow up. Daddy picked my dress out, do you like it Mommy?

Jan 12, 1978

Mom says Uncle Jim is coming over today to have my 10^th birthday party with me.   I think I am going to give him one of these funny hats Mom bought for me. I know he will wear it, he always does.  He always jokes with me and tells me that he is still mad at me for not being born on his birthday. He said I was just being stubborn and came out a day later.  I guess we can blow out candles together again.

Jan 12, 1988

Wow, look at us, my beautiful new daughter and me a new wife.  I cannot believe I am only 20 today and I have this beautiful child. Yes, I think I agree, her eyes do look like mine. They are dark and mysterious.  Mom gave me some money for my birthday. I suppose I will have to use it and go buy her some diapers.

Jan 12, 1998

Oh my, is this really me? Am I really 30?  Where has the time gone?

Oh my gosh! My hair has streaks of gray in it. Oh, I wish I was 20 pounds lighter. I hate how I look. I wonder, will anyone ever love me again with the way I look? I am never looking in a mirror again!  

Jan 12, 2008

Wow, I am 40 today.  I hope my makeup looks right. My daughter has this surprise party for me that I am not supposed to know about and I want to look just right.  Life has been kind of tough up until now. I have had heart ache and joy in this many years.  So many people I know that are my same age are lamenting over becoming 40.  I can’t! In fact I am rejoicing in this.  My children are grown and I have done the best I could by them. Now, it is my time. It is my time to live my life and enjoy it.  I get to start a new chapter in life and I certainly still have a whole lot of life to live. Happy birthday to me!

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Post Script: Jan. 12, 2011

Here it is my 43rd birthday and oh how far I have come. Most all of the events I wrote about above are true. Since 2008 when I originally wrote this, I have since been married to the love of my life, Tamirisc and we recently celebrated out 2nd anniversary. I also am now a grandmother to the sweetest and adorable grand-daughter ever. I am a truly blessed woman and could not be happier.

Originally Written by MR ...aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf on January 12, 2008

Rewritten on January 12, 2011

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The House On the Corner

The real 150 year old maple in front of the corner house

The House On the Corner

The house on the corner looked like any other house during the day. The 150 year old maple stood like royalty out in the front lawn. The screened in porch looked welcoming as light flickered through the house bay window.


However, the people of this house were mysterious and rarely came out, although, we knew they did sometimes as evidence of their black Ford truck in the backyard driveway.


It was getting toward that time of year when the leaves were changing and the maple on the corner was changing a bright yellow hue.  Something else was changing too-the house!


The porch was now completely dark except for an eerie bright flashing light that was barely visible to the street.  The light that once shown through the bay window was now extinguished.  The lawn covered with fallen leaves gave way to what looked like gravestones but we could not quite be sure.


Bobby and I decided to be brave and knock on the door as tonight was Halloween and candy was to be had.
We clung to each other and walked slowly up the sidewalk.  As we got closer, screams could be heard and other revelers zoomed past us in terror. Yet, we pressed on.



We knocked on the screen door and heard a faint, "Come In".  We slowly opened the door but saw no one around.  In the dark distance we saw a finely decorated wooden table that was lit only by a flashing light.  We could barely make out a ghoulish sign that said, "CANDY" sitting in front of a covered bowl.


I told Bobby he could go first.

Bobby crept up to the table as I clung near to him.  He slowly opened the covered bowl and then in all its glory sitting around what looked like a black sphere was candy, oodles of candy!


Still looking around for signs of life and seeing none, we both decided to carefully dip our hands in the chocolaty surplus.  Just as I began to put my hand in the bowl, a bright white pair of eyes appeared in the black sphere and screamed at us, "HAPPY HALLOWEEN" and then it cackled.  It startled Bobby and I so much that we screamed and ran out the door without our prize.


As we got to the safety of the sidewalk again we warned others not to go in the house on the corner because it was spooky. Do you think they listened?


The next morning the house on the corner looked just like it always did with the big beautiful maple in the front lawn.  I turned to Bobby and asked him, "Was it all a dream?"
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Post script: This is based on a true story but written from the point of view of two children visiting the house. The house on the corner actually belongs to my parents and this is a fun thing we did one Halloween for the children on the street and surrounding areas. My Dad was the "sphere" in the story as he was sitting between the slats of the table and had his head stuck up in a cut out in a turkey pan.  Mom and I just watched from inside and told the kids to come in. It was not uncommon for 100-150 children to come to our house just to see what we would do for Halloween.


Happy Halloween all!

all rights reserved by MR...aka Naila Moon
Written October 31, 2010

The Trio

They were a trio, my three precocious, younger brothers. The twins, Marcus and Jason were only a year and a half younger than me. The baby of the family, Aaron, five years younger. Aaron did not look like us for he was blond haired and blue eyed. The rest of us were dark haired and dark eyed. I used to tease him and say he was the milk man's kid, like we ever really had a milk man come to our house. I am sure my mother would have not been too happy with me if she knew I did that.

We all lived out in the country back woods of Missouri. We had neighbors but only two of the neighbors had kids and all the kids came to our back yard. Frankly it was a given they would come to our house, we had the largest lot on the street of three acres and we were always outside digging up some kind of play to do.  I personally loved to hold "school" sessions where I was the teacher and the other kids my students.  It was not uncommon to have a new club of the week either, of course I had to president. I was the oldest for gosh sakes of all the kids!

One of the things the trio and friends loved to do was play war games. I suppose this is not so surprising since they were young boys and had even more boys on the street to play with. That trio would dig holes, shoot pretend guns with their fingers or use water guns if they had them and even make tents.  They loved that game.

This was one game I did not participate in nor appreciate. In fact it was not so unusual for me to report to my mother that the trio were at it again. It wasn't that I was a tattle tale and wanted revenge on my brothers. No, it was the mere fact that they had stolen from me.

My dear brothers had a habit of sneaking in to my room and stealing my knock off Barbie dolls. As soon as they had acquired them from my room, they were outside using every little piece of my dolls as war weapons.  Oh yes, Barbie heads and arms often went flying through the air as their imaginary war was taking place. Barbie bodies were often turned into guns, tanks or all other sorts of military equipment. Barbie clothes became miniature tents or flags. I am not sure but I imagine even small fires were made out of Barbie hair.

My mother would come to rescue my precious Barbies only to find that they had essentially disintegrated. One could only imagine, at that point, a truce had been signed and the neighbor boys retreated home as the trio were rushed back inside to their own bunkers.  My mother being top general and a five star one at that put up with no nonsense. Eventually she would take me to our local store and buy me a new doll.  I never had a real Barbie, but many cheap ones, thanks to the trio .

The trio and I no longer live in the back woods of Missouri but I would love to go visit our old home some day.  I would probably bring a shovel because I am sure to this day that if I dug up those three acres of land, I would find Barbie body parts all over.

~Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf