Posts tagged: husband

No Curtain Call?

LIFE’S PLAY

BY

PAT ENGEBRECHT

curtain opening

 

WE CHOOSE OUR CAST

OR DO WE?

PREORDAINED? OR PLANNED?

 

THE MASKS WE WEAR

WOMEN SHARE

          SEEKING AND WITHDRAWING

Thespian masks

      DAUGHTER CAME, DANCED A WHILE.

               LIFE’S  LIGHTS DIMMED

DARKNESS SWIRLED, SHE

DISAPPEARED

LEAVING MISTY BROTHERS

    TO DANCE HER SONG.

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GRAND CHILDREN PLAY THEIR PART

               WARMING MY HEART

         I FADE AS THEY COME INTO FOCUS

Poo hugging copyThe trips on the beach at sunset

HUSBAND LOVES…I GLOW

WITH TIME WE GROW

             EVER CLOSER

man woman embracing

 

 

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    THE DRUMMING GROWS

   LOUDER…FASTER

     THE COFFEE SIMMERS

           THE LIGHTS GROW DIMMER

  THE CURTAIN CLOSES…SILENCE

NO APPLAUSE, NO CURTAIN CALLS. 

 

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                                                                     ONLY SILENCE

 

 

Road Rage THIS AND THAT

 

MALE, ROAD RAGE

HUSBANDS

COULD IT BE GENETIC?  HOW CAN A QUIET, THOUGHTFUL MAN GO BALLISTIC OVER WHAT SEEMS TO ME THE SLIGHTEST INTRUSION INTO “HIS” SPACE ON THE ROAD?  OR A HORN HONK FOR THAT MATTER.  WE ARE CELEBRATING SIXTY YEARS OF HAVING ESCAPED FROM BEING BATTERED, RUN DOWN, THREATENED WITH VIOLENCE BECAUSE OF HIS REACTION TO A “RULE OF LAW” ACCORDING TO HIM.  THESE “RULES” INCLUDE RIDING HIS BUMPER,  NOT DIMMING HEAD LIGHTS, CUTTING IN FRONT OF HIM TO TURN LEFT/RIGHT, DRIVING WAY TO FAST OR WAY TOO SLOW.  WEAVING IN AND OUT OF TRAFFIC TO END UP ONE CAR IN FRONT OF HIM AT THE STOP LIGHT.

HE HAS ACTUALLY GOTTEN OUT OF THE CAR AT A STOP LIGHT TO “ENLIGHTEN” THE IDIOT OF HIS  LUNACY .  I’VE DUCKED DOWN IN THE SEAT SO THAT I’LL NOT BE A WITNESS TO HIS BEING BATTERED, SHOT, OR ANY OTHER FORM OF BODILY HARM FROM THE NOW VERY IRATE DRIVER.  I KNOW THAT SOMEDAY I AM GOING TO BE THE VICTIM OF A RANDOM SHOOTING INSPIRED BY MY HUSBAND’S ANTICS.

OH, YES, I HAVE RANTED AND RAGED AT THIS “QUIRK” IN HIS PERSONALITY.  I’VE  POINTED OUT  THE FUTILITY OF IT ALL, THE DANGER OF IT, THE….(&&)*&()%$# OF IT, BUT TO NO AVAIL.  MY SOLUTION?  I GET INTO THE DRIVER SEAT BEFORE HE CAN.

YEARS BACK, I WAS A BIT CONCERNED THAT THIS TRAIT HAD BEEN INHERITED BY OUR DAUGHTER.  I SAW THIS RANDOM PICTURE OF A YOUNG WOMAN CAUGHT IN A FAMILIAR SITUATION AND THOUGHT OF LJ AND THE POEM SHE WROTE YEARS EARLIER WHEN LEARNING HOW TO DRIVE:  (TAKEN FROM LJ’S JOURNALS IN CHRONICLES OF LAURAJO)

 

road rage, angry woman

DRIVERS

BY

LauraJo Engebrecht

You blow your horn and cut me off
I want to swear and kick.
But being mad feels awfully bad
So I think on GOD a bit.

(First) I ask Him for a thunderbolt
To blow your car apart.

flaming car crash
Then thinking twice,I ask Him nice
For understanding in my heart.

So maybe if I knew just why
You act like such a jerk,
I’d trade the thunderbolt
For simply ice cubes down your shirt!

(LJE)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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