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July reminiscences

Posted: May 30, 2014 by hannahmarie64 in HannahW

Dad and I sat downstairs in the damp smelling room while the neighbors casually worked to carry my aunt’s bedroom set down the 16 steps I’d counted time and time again. Dad looked at me nervously while I scrolled through myspace as if it were actually interesting. A beautiful melody escaped from behind the rocking chair. I looked back to find my father strumming ever so carelessly. I shut my laptop and scooted out of the leather chair, hoping he wouldn’t notice my sudden interest. My dad was always the kind of beautiful that everyone enjoyed to look at and appreciate. “Coldplay,” the hidden smile behind his long hair whispered. I smiled goofily at him while my mother danced down the stairs; she ran over to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me off of the hard concrete ground. It began, the deep humming my father exposed and the high pitch bells from my mom. “He played this for me when we had nothing to worry about,” she danced around me.

That’s how I want to remember my parents.
Genuinely happy and in love.
So I smiled.



Posted: May 30, 2014 by hannahmarie64 in HannahW

eyes blue, like the raging sea
further out, the darker they will be
their passion, their love, their child-like features
give it all to me, but only in small doses
gradually increase, but never overdo it
give me enough, but never too little
swallow me whole, put me through your shallows
then drown me in defeat, like your lovesick child

Hopeless but hoping

Posted: October 24, 2013 by hannahmarie64 in HannahW

I wonder about silly things,
like if birds like to fly or if they’d rather swim.
I hear confused people,
always being quickest to judge.
I see what people want me to see,
because they’re never who they seem to be.
I want things to be simple sometimes,
but then I miss the complications

I pretend most people aren’t really there,
because sometimes, that’s the only way to be content.
I feel like everyone’s lost puppies,
looking for their owner, or a sense of direction.
I touch the books that’s been left behind,
containing a story that I will spend hours reading
I worry that one day we’ll all be forgotten,
then I remember that’s how it’ll be for everyone
I cry because the only person that understood,
isn’t here to tell me it’s okay

I understand you get what you give
I say hopeless but hoping
I dream about making a difference
I try to help as much as I can,
because I know how it feels to think you’re alone
I hope that one day I could save a life,
just like someone saved mine
and if I am not yet strong enough to do so
I will die trying.

Looking Back

Posted: October 23, 2013 by hannahmarie64 in HannahW

I remember believing in the toothfairy,
because mom always liked us best that way
I remember busting my mouth on the coffee table chasing my brother,
in the same little house that is now my home
I remember being excited for my first day of school,
because I wanted to be just like my bubby
I remember smelling dirt and fresh cut grass after school,
because I couldn’t count the times I’d fallen during cheer practice
I remember watching my mommy  cry whenever things I never understood happened,
then trying to cheer her up by singing a song too mature for my voice
I remember going into the big doctor’s office,
and being scared at what they told me was my baby sister on TV
I remember my daddy being my superhero whenever he’d carry me to my bed,
because we all tried to stay awake past our bed time
I remember complaining to my parents during the rides from NC to WV,
because what was 5 hours really felt like twelve
I remember dancing on a pool table with Shelbee,
because Hannah Montana knew how to get us moving
I remember being afraid to see my goofball of a father on May 22nd,
because I knew what was laying there no longer contained the soul I loved so much
I remember twisting my hair constantly in class,
later coming home to mommy asking her to brush it out
I remember jumping around in my room like a rock star,
because my little sister laughed at me like I really was
I remember getting mad when people were mean to her,
and I remember the girl crying when I hit her for hurting her feelings
I remember fake sleeping until my mommy and daddy would come in my room,
because I liked the way they kissed me in my sleep

I remember being young and careless,
because young and careless was all we were allowed to be