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I'm Going To Marry You One Day

I'm Going To Marry You One Day

William watched Ellie as she slowly walked towards him across the shared lobby in the condominium. With each step, her walker, minus the usual tennis ball covers, made a rhythmical thump on the tile floor. She stood tall which was unusual for an eighty-year-old woman who had to use a walker. Her long, white hair was pulled into a ponytail below her left ear and draped over her breast like a silk scarf. She wore a simple, dark blue dress which brought out her light blue eyes. Her feet were adorned with pink sequined but sensible shoes.

Fighting the urge to run up to her, William patiently waited for her to reach him. He held out his arm as a prince would to escort his princess. Ellie smiled up at him, let go the walker and weaved her arm into his.

William’s heart flew. He hadn’t realized how grounded his emotions were until now. She still had her dimples. “Hello Ellie, I see the years have been very kind to you. You look as beautiful as you did when you were twelve.”

Ellie laughed, “And I can see that you haven’t lost your charming ways, either.”

William recalled how charming he was. It was more like determined and tenacious. He met Ellie in Kensington, Pennsylvania in 1940 when he was eight. He was delivering newspapers on a rainy day and carefully placing each paper on the porch so customers wouldn’t have to get wet. Ellie opened the door just after he had placed one on her porch. When he looked up, he saw an angel dressed in a white robe with long flowing red hair. He couldn’t help it, the first thing he said was, “My, oh my, you are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, I’m going to marry you one day!”

Ellie told him to get lost, grabbed the paper and slammed the door in his face.

The mission had started. Ellie would find roses, poems, frogs, cards, and all manner of trinkets delivered each day with the newspaper. On Valentine’s day, for the next four years, William would knock on the door and ask, “Are you ready to marry me yet?”

Ellie no longer slammed the door in his face. She always said no, but they would take that day and walk to the park. It was always a comfortable walk. They had an easy time talking with each other. When Ellie was sixteen, twelve year old William dared to take her hand. Ellie hesitated, finally giving in letting him hold hers while they walked. William patted his pocket. He always carried the pouch with him when he visited Ellie.

They talked about life, the war, how hard it was living in their neighborhood. Ellie shared her dreams of becoming a nurse and William his desire to be a pilot.

Then the unthinkable happened. Ellie’s family moved away. They left suddenly. The neighbors spoke in hushed tones. William would catch a phrase here and there.

“The police had been watching him.”

“Can you believe he was in that gang?”

A few times he heard the name “K&A,” and that scared him.

William moved on.

On a cold, January day, on his eighty-forth birthday, William was scrolling Facebook when a thought occurred to him. He wondered how he hadn’t thought of it before and then remembered how busy life got when, after his son died, he took over watching his grandchildren.

As he typed her name into the search bar, William wasn’t too hopeful, but there she was. Ellie Mae McLaughlin, now Burke. He scrolled through her newsfeed and found that she was living only six hours away in Albuquerque.

He sent her a friend request. She didn’t respond for two days, but when she did he knew what he had to do.

They chatted for a week or so then William told her he was coming to visit. Before he left for Albuquerque, William dug deep into his boxes and found the leather pouch. He hadn’t shown it to anyone. He reached inside and pulled out the ring. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it had belonged to his grandmother. She had given it to him when he was seven and said to only give it to the one he loved.

He put the ring back in the pouch and drove to the retirement condominium where Ellie lived. It was more like a huge hotel. It was beautiful and very fitting for Ellie.

Now, with Ellie on his arms, William said, “I’m too old to get down on one knee, Ellie, but I need to ask you. Are you ready to marry me yet?”

Ellie’s eyes glowed, “Where’s the preacher?”

A Black Hole

A Black Hole

A Black Hole
By Sonja McGiboney
5-8-2020

It was black
Raven Black
With shimmering waves of black
It was a black hole in the middle of the rock.
What to do?
I could not go back.
The path had crumbled
Only One way to go
Into the black
The black hole
I took one step
One step at a time
On the edge of the waves where the ripple meets the shale
I gathered my courage
I stepped into the hole
Black
Shimmering waves engulfed me
Are my eyes closed?
I cannot tell
What have I slipped into?
Fear
Where is the fear?
I am emotionless
I am motionless
My body does not move
Where have the ages gone?
I look back and there is no past
I look forward and there is only black
Time is gone or is it just standing still?

Candy Train

Candy Train

A Shaped Story
A
Star
Shining
Brightly upon
The tree top. Branches full
Of glittering balls and flashing lights.
Tinsel hanging like melting icicles, glimmering
With the shiny lights. Around the tree a toy train speeds
through tunnels and into a miniature North Pole. Santa is in his sled
Pulled by eight tiny reindeer. A clock is tower telling time. A little girl stops the train.
“All aboard!” the girl shouts. She puts jelly beans into the open box car and starts the train.
Around it goes again. The train stops and the girl takes out one piece of candy. She yells to Santa
“Thanks for the treat!” The train goes around again. The clock is still telling time. Only nine minutes left.
There are only nine pieces of candy.
The train loops again.
Eight pieces remain.
More loops
Until…
One left.
Midnight!
Time for presents.

Joey's New Book

Joey's New Book

Joey’s New Book
By Sonja McGiboney
Copyright 3/25/2020

Once upon a time, a long time ago……
“Why did you stop reading?” ask a wide eyed Joey.
Mom raked her fingers through her hair. They had been quarantined for nearly 8 days now yet Joey always wanted to read the same old book. “Joey,” she said, “could we read a different book?”
“No, I want to read this one.”
Mom picked up a new book they had gotten from the library before the Covid-19 pandemic hit. In a persuasive voice she said, “What about this one? It has magic and adventure and it will take you to places you’ve never been!”
Joey crossed his arms and harrumphed, “But I don’t want to go anywhere. I like it right here, with you.”
“I like it here with you too, Joey, but don’t you want to read something different? Something new?”
“I like the ending in my book. I don’t know where the new book will end. It could be scary.”
“How about if I read it first and then let you know if it is scary or not?”
“Okay, but can we read my book after?”
Mom smiled and said, “Sure, we can read your book after this one.”
Mom scanned the new book, smiled and gave a thumbs up. She started reading the new book. Joey listened and laughed and enjoyed it a lot. His eyes were drooping and Mom said, “Hey, honey, you are so sleepy, can we just go to bed?”
“No, we have to read my book.”
“Why do we need to read your book again?”
“Because, It makes me happy and I love it like I love you.”
“Well then, I can’t argue with love."
Mom began to read, "Once upon a time, a long time ago……”

I Am A Rhyme

I Am A Rhyme

I am a Rhyme

I can’t believe that I’m not real
I have a voice yet cannot squeal
Stanza’s grouped in metered rhyme
Filled with stories, throughout time

When I rhyme, my voice is singing
Words on ends of lines are ringing
Truth be told, there’s lots to say
When I write poems to end the day

Alliterations play with beginning sounds
On garbled, grunting, gregarious grounds
An ending rhyme will all sound the same
The scheme of each may be a different game

A B A B A B A or A A B B C C A
All the endings are at play
When rhyming scheme
Is what you say

Meter is the beat of rhyme
All your words should stay in time
Clapping while you read each word
Should help the music that is heard

But not all poems rhyme
They may be
Sonic and crash
Lovely and shy
Quiet and flowing
Like butterflies dancing
Emotionally dripping
Tearful candles sadly weeping
To write is to feel

Copyright - Sonja McGiboney 3-2-2020

COVID Fear

COVID Fear

I live in a rural area
But still, I don’t depart
I don’t need an order from anyone
As fear has hold my heart

My daughter returned from Europe
Earlier than she planned
She ran from all the countries
That were closing up their lands

She asked if she could stay here
Quarantined inside our home
But she heard my hesitation
Its weight felt like a tome

This virus has seeped into our lives
And separated family
It creeps as silent as the night
Is gruesome and is deadly

Though I cannot hug my daughter
Nor see my wonderful son
Nor watch my daughter-in-law graduate
Nor get hugs from anyone

I hold dear the hope that coming soon
Will be days when the virus dies
So me, my husband and family
Can continue with our lives.

‘Till then I stay a hermit
Inside my home secluded
With tiny jaunts into the woods
Until this is concluded

By Sonja McGiboney
4/8/2020

Dem Bones Skinny

Dem Bones Skinny

This poem is based on the form called, “THE SKINNY.”
It’s a poetic form that follows this format.
1) eleven lines
2) second, sixth, and tenth lines are identical.
3) all lines are one word, except the first and last, which may be longer, but must use the same words (rearranging is permitted.)

The following is based on a bible verse. Can you figure out which one?
Life
Bones
dead
empty
dry
Bones
faith
connection
hope
Bones
Life

Jimmy and Dexter

Jimmy and Dexter

Jimmy and Dexter

By Sonja McGiboney

August 16, 2020
Jimmy grabbed the leash from the drawer. He laughed as he watched 6 month old Dexter dance, whine and wag his tail. “Calm down, I need to get the leash onto your collar.”
Bending really low and holding the collar, Jimmy finally got the hook on the loop. “Okay, let’s go.”
Dexter was only eight inches high from the tip of his toe to the top of his head. His fur was white, gray and black and he looked like a raccoon with curly hair. Because he was so short, going down the front steps was always difficult.
Jimmy looked at Dexter, “Okay, Dexter, you can do it.”
Dexter whined. He wondered why Jimmy didn’t just pick him up. Then Jimmy took something out of his pocket.
“Look Dexter, a yummy treat.” Said Jimmy. Jimmy put the treat on the step below. “C’mon, come get it.”
With tail wagging increased and hopping on overdrive, Dexter danced on the landing. “I can do this, I can do this.” He thought. Dexter counted to three and jumped.
“I did it, I did it…where’s the treat?”
Jimmy watched as Dexter found his bearings and bolted straight for the treat. “That’s a good boy.”
They did this three more times and finally, made it down the stairs.
With his fears conquered, Dexter was ready to explore. He ran from Jimmy, not realizing that the leash was only so long. He almost choked himself when he reached the end. “Gurglledy thwump” he said when the leash stopped him in his tracks.
Jimmy said, “Awe, Dexter, you got to get used to this leash. Come walk by me.”
Dexter looked up at Jimmy. Jimmy was waving at him, but all Dexter could see was the leash. “I’m going to get you!” Dexter thought as he bit the part closest to him.
For the next five minutes all you could hear was Jimmy yelling, “Let go!” and Dexter growling, “Grrr!” The Boy and dog were dancing the magic dance of tug-o-war.
All tuckered out from the game, Dexter finally let go and sat.
Jimmy, all tuckered out and frustrated flopped down next to Dexter.
Dexter got up and wiggled his way into Jimmy’s lap. He started licking Jimmy’s fingers.
“Awe, Dexter, I love you too!” said Jimmy as he hugged his dog.
There they snuggled until Mom called them in for lunch.

The End

Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Rain
Soft rain
A moist caress
The lullaby of water

Rain
Hard rain
A wet punch
The roaring wave thrashing

Rain
Sporadic Rain
A sudden jab
The peace of Rainbows

Rain
No Rain
A dry earth
The crackling of death