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Always Lisa Member
since 2003-06-08
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Particular Blue by Always Lisa, Lisa Brow Our momma, she'd read those Golden books when we was little; like Huck Finn and nursery rhymes. Momma spent her golden years telling a different story and that story always started the same... "My Johnny always looooooved the color blue" she'd say while looking up. He was 'all boy' and all boys turn into 'all man'. She'd tell about how Johnny was a man full of ideas. Ideas that he could change the world, and he did. He changed the world the day he left for the draft wearing his favorite blue sweater and a smile... He changed things all right. That was the last time we ever saw our Johnny, except momma. She'd swear that when the sun was just so, and when the sky was some particular blue that only she knew; she'd see Johnny smiling back, and daddy too. Daddy left our momma on one of these particularly blue days that only momma knew. And I reckon it was daddy's own way of finding our Johnny. Instead, daddy found a city girl fifteen years younger and he married her in a city church. Two years later my daddy was found dead in a city park. And I can't help but wonder why daddy got caught up in that particular blue that only momma knew; just before he shot himself. Momma died in her sleep last year leaving me with that particular blue that only she once knew. I see it just before the sun kisses the earth goodnight. I see mamma, daddy and Johnny looking down at my own son in his specific navy blue uniform as he smiles and waves me good-bye. Always Lisa, Copyright April 2003 |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
I like your style, nice and comfortable to read. Yet, you pack an emotional punch. I hope to read more prose from you. miscellanea |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Lisa, A lot of loss, but with hope. Nice touch. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A very quiet strength is found between the lines, Lisa. Very well done. |
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