By T.K. Flicek
Precious gift
wrapped in wool,
on a cool February day
I brought you home.
Daily blessed
with laughter and joy,
I praise the gods
for my little boy.
A little boy
no longer you are,
but forever you will
stay in my heart.
All I request as
you become a man,
is that you will never be too old
to hold Mommy’s hand.
By
T.K. Flicek
Talking and laughing,
remembering the good old times.
Telling old stories,
yours and mine.
Singing and dancing
letting the heart soar,
carefree and happy
out on the dance floor.
Birthdays come and
birthdays go,
we share and celebrate
while we both grow old.
Offering comfort
when life falls apart.
Being a shoulder,
to restore the heart.
Through all the sadness
and hardships life sends,
I am blessed three times over
that your are my friend.
By
T.K. Flicek
A soft tender purr,
the pad of her paws.
A wet pink nose,
she stretches her claws.
A slight little mew,
then she arches her back
while she patiently waits
for her fishy cat snack.
Quietly I watch her
finicky ways,
I smile and laugh,
anxious to play.
I sit on the floor while
she rests in my lap,
then dangle the string
where she bats and claps.
Tired and sleepy she
lets slip a yawn.
Curls up tightly where
she rests in my arms.
Soft and furry
against my hand,
if I ever had to chooseI would choose her again.
By
T.K. Flicek
An envelope in my hand,
this letter returned from you.
Penned in red ink the words,
“I hate you!”
My message unheard
the soft tender words unsaid,
because to you
I now am dead.
Perhaps I waited too
long to say,
how much I miss you
or beg you to stay.
Whatever your reason
I shall never know.
For you have a new life,
and I am alone.
By: T.K. Flicek
Looking out into the darkening sky, she sits alone in her apartment. Five years she lives in the tiny square room to her tormented mind's abusive wrath. Time has jaded her heart and convicted her to fear and loneliness. She yearns for companionship and yet remains in her prison listening to the words of destructive comfort.
"No one could hate me as much as I do," she thought. Control. She remains in control of hatred in her life. No friends, no lovers, simply alone left to wallow in pity and yet this is her solace.
During her twenty-seven years, she delves deeper into despair. "When will I find love?" she cries into her pillow every night. As time ticks forward, she falls further away from existence. Near the end of her life, she notices a soft light flicker before her...
"I'm dead," she said, thinking it a fitting punishment.
As she grew nearer, she realized that the light grew brighter. Prepared to enter the Summer Lands, she walked forward into death. However, when reaching the center of light she found a mirror.
"Come forward," said a forgotten voice.
Looking into the mirror, she saw herself standing tall, standing proud. "A mockery of what I could have had, of what I could have been," she scoffed.
"This is you, if you choose." said the voice.
She watched as a familiar stranger entered the scene. Her lover wraps her arms around... Warmth tingling every fiber in her skin then with a slip of a giggle she sheds one SINGLE tear. So many years alone, so many years afraid, could she leap? Tired of the pain she has caused herself she takes a step forward and reaches for the long awaited love.
In one SINGLE instant, thirty years of suffering shed with a gentle kiss and a reminder from her lost inner child. Her heart ached no longer from self-abuse, but instead ripped wide open to build anew. No longer listening to those sad words of yesterday, she walks down the well-lit path, hand in hand, with love forever longed. Fear fades into nothingness, allowing peace to take reign once more.
