I’ve learned that timing is everything.
In my mind I envisioned where I needed to be.
The house, a large black New Englander;
that had a distinct brightly colored
Red was my mother’s favorite color.
The dark leaves of the maple tree
were a stark contrast to the crimson door.
My father hadn’t wanted the tree planted there.
He said it obstructed the view.
But, like the red front door,
he could never tell her no.
The air was still, for an autumn morning.
It had just rained
and plum colored leaves
dotted the granite steps.
I reached out to touch the faded brass knob,
another oddity my mother loved.
But it wouldn’t turn.
-Not left, not right.
It just stood there still as the old maple
guarding the front yard.
Memories of my childhood
came flooding into my thoughts.
My mother’s love
of the spacious kitchen she used to cook in.
The tiny nook under the stairwell
where I played hide and seek.
How could I have left this place,
when it had meant so much to me?
All the years of love it gave to me,
and shamefully I offered nothing in return.
The house stands empty now.
No one lives there anymore.
No one to make memories.
No one to keep it warm.
She just sits there alone and decaying, waiting to die.
-K. Lukasak 2014
Perfection: Just a state of mind.
I am Beautiful Strong True
I am Judged Watched Respected
I am Tolerant Loyal Sincere
I am Growing Persistent Challenged
I am Compassionate Forgiven Loved
I am Natural Flawed Anything
I could live on words alone.
Like glue, my goals should stick.