Posts Tagged ‘Hope’

Death is inevitable. A mystery, and then some.
Last breath. No pulse. Everyone gets one.

Histories’ littered with Rituals & Rites–
How to deal with the dead. Then put Death out of sight.

Wakes and Embalming, Cremation or Dirt–
For loves left behind, these don’t quench the hurt.

Perhaps faith is best. That Substance of Hope.
The only evidence–of what we don’t see.

Comforting faith, I’ll know for sure, when…
Death knocks on the door, and asks for me.




“Maxine” clutched at her chest, the ache inside, almost too much to bear, especially alone.
Surrounded by year-end revelry, and tons of people partying, laughing, drinking, Maxine nodded, smiled occasionally, trying desperately not to seem bored or snobbish.
Talking any more than necessary was out of the question, especially with this damned cold. Max’s voice always registered especially low with sniffles. The last thing he needed was to be outted as the man he was; or maybe that would be a blessing in its own disguise.

He missed his friends, his girlfriends. He hated this: being surrounded by people, and yet so desperately alone.

The Witness Protection Agency’s brilliant plan to protect “Maxine”…aka, Joseph Martino Hammer, Mobster-turned-Snitch, was worse than prison. Worse than death, too.

With hand to breasts that were but balled-up socks tucked inside a brassiere, with cigarette smoke prettily curling from his painted, pouting lips, the lovely vision who was “Maxine,” pined for the man he used to be.

No way he was going to stay “Maxine” forever! This, and this alone, was Maxine’s New Year’s Resolve.

THE STORY: “Joe didn’t like the idea of settling down, starting a family. Joinin’ the war effort was a good excuse as any to get out of town. Mary Jane was heartbroken. Joe himself shed a few tears, sayin’ goodbyes. But not because he would miss Mary Jane so much (…or Sue, or Winnie, or even that sultry Matilda!) The girls were right: He might not make it home. And if he died, it would surely break his Ma’s heart. That’s why he cried a little. Joe was having some doubts the last few days, if he’d get out alive. Things were getting bloody. When the kid came around, his hope was renewed. He’d see his Ma again, he just knew it! Joe’s Ma was the prayin’ kind. He knew when he first saw the kid, dodging bullets, dragging the big bunch of little bananas, everything was going to be all right. He said a prayer of thanks, patted the kid’s head. They ate like pigs, they did. ———————————————————————————————Pinned by my friend, Gail K. –Thanks Gail!

THE STORY: “Thanks to innovation and science, also to his son, Junior, his loyal, upbeat sidekick, Jerry was able to ride a bike again. The braces which held his legs, the motorized specialty bike, was really quite a miracle.” ————————————————————————————– Pinned to Pinterest by Eleanor Taniguchi • Thanks Eleanor! also: Visit