Tuesday's Tale: What is it About Kids Today?

What is it about kids today...
self centered,
greedy,
uncaring,
unfeeling,
whiny,
over-inflated egos,
with the attitude of entitlement
and so on...

Right?

WRONG!

I was witness to something especially amazing this past Friday. There is a courageous young man in Munchie's 7th grade class who is undergoing treatment for osteocarcinoma: cancer of the bone. This young man recently turned 13 and a celebration was held in his honor at his school, attended by the whole 7th grade class.

(Don't you just love that smile? And that Grover hat, too?)

In addition to birthday cake, streamers and balloons, music blasting on loud speakers outside, there was something quite different going on in the middle school lobby:

As an outward sign of support, and to give encouragement to this young man as he battles cancer, many shaved had their heads and/or donated their hair to Locks of Love in his honor.

Participating were teachers...

students...

 

Munchie Boy...

a parent or two...

and even a brave young lady, who not only donated to Locks of Love, but had her head shaved as well as a show of solidarity...

Students gathered at the rafters, windows, and doorways to cheer them on...

What a great looking bunch, don't you think?

This was a truly wonderful celebration of HOPE! 

Hope Chest

childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away

wrapped within whitewashed sheets, cleansed with salty tears

victim of perverted desires, to demons falling prey

childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away

buried ‘neath  emptied bottles of Zin and Chardonnay

locked away in rotting trunk, forgotten were those years

childhood dreams, neatly folded, safely tucked away

wrapped within whitewashed sheets, cleansed with salty tears

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In addition to my usual Friday 55 post (although I had a lead foot and exceeded the speed limit just a bit) I decided to participate in d'Verse Poet's Pub challenge: compose a TRIOLET. What is a triolet you ask. It is a poem composed of 8 lines with an ABaAabAB rhyme scheme. The first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical; the second and the last lines are also identical. 

Micro-Fiction Monday: Breaking Wind

Harold and Maude,

deliberated at great length,

as Southern winds

blasted the atmosphere

surrounding them

only to conclude

that it is true:

he who smelled it, dealt it!

(140)

Saying Goodbye: A Saturday Centus Post

(Prompt is in GREEN)

deep within 

she knew

time was nearing

despite desperate denials

fearful, bitter truth

came through child’s cry

“Mommy, please stop!”

how hard she had tried:

countless times 

countless ways

a few days here 

a few weeks there

eventually succumbing

to his always appealing
seductive spell...

his charismatic charm

controlling encounters:

different places

different times

secretly meeting
hiding

even cheating with others…

never worked
always resulting in

guilt

remorse

shame

deep down she knew

he was toxic…

he could

and would

kill…

destroying her soul

and yet

saying goodbye

was harder than she thought

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