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Oh, I love your gift, my child.
But why do you not smile, Grandfather?
I am smiling, my child.
There are tears in your eyes, Grandfather.
I know, my child. I know.
So what is wrong with my gift, Grandfather?
There is nothing wrong with your gift, my child.
Should I have given you something else Grandfather?
There is nothing else you can give me, my child.
What gift would take the tears from your eyes, Grandfather?
No one can give me that, my child.
What is it, Grandfather?
Time, my child. Time.
I have removed all the the links back to Utterli. I don't want replies there - it's just another thing to keep track of - keep an eye on.
The first Utter was well received and I am pleased y'all liked it so much. For a while, anyway, it's only going to happen on weekends.
Tomorrow, I am going to guest post at Mommy is Moody, home of the lovely Zoeyjane. I've written something I think is special for Zoeyjane - for her daughter Isobel, actually. Stop by here and follow the link or just go there. But do go over and visit her.
Please.
Peace.
21 comments:
oh the precious gift of time. now that's one thing that will never, ever be controlled. a gift of the now, to use when you have it. and to appreciate!
Beautifully written, even if it kind of makes me sad. It reminds me that time is precious, not to be wasted. Though sometimes wasting time is half the fun of living.
Ver nice Lou.
Oh yes Maggie's mind, you are so right in what you have written. "Though sometimes wasting time is half the fun of living." I don't go in for tatoos, but that would be one I would put on the inner side of my right forearm, so I would read it everyday.
Beautiful.
Many people should print this out and hang it somewhere where they can see it every day to keep in mind that it all ends one day.
I can hear the theater in your voice.
It sounds like a professional narration!
Nice. Nice.
That was lovely. So tender and heartfelt.
I look forward to your guest posting with Zoeyjane.
Wonderful story --- I enjoyed hearing you read it too. Now I'm in love with you for a second reason. :)
Glad you are back to 100 words. I've missed those --- but goodness you are a busy man.
This is lovely Lou,
and nice to hear you read it too,
G
xx
Why is grandad crying after his kid had brought him a present? is it because something has touched him momentarily, one of those magical feelings?
Shadow: The gift of the now. Yes.
Maggies Mind: As you say - half the fun.
Moneythoughts: Maggie's a good one, she is.
Nicole: Thank you, Nicole. A reminder, yes.
Christy: Thank you, Christy.
Tara R: The guest post is, I hope, going to be special. A Fairy Tale.
Patsy: Ah, yes. Busy. Human beings are happiest when they are active and creative; when they feel they are making a contribution to the world.
Myst_72: Thank you, Gina. It was fun.
Michael: Because Grandfather real wish is for somedthing no one can give him. More time.
Beautiful, Lou.
Julie: Thank you, Julie.
Did you write that for real? I came here from Zoeyjane's blog. I liked the fairytale you wrote for Isobel! You are a great writer!
Word on the street is you are from Chicago. Me too. Sort of.
Lovely 100 words. I totally appreciate your take on the theme. Like many others, I wish I had more time, not to get the laundry done or housework completed, (though, that would be nice) but to spend with the children. Pretty soon, they won't need me and I will miss that.
I'm going to check out the guest post now.
Wonderful...just wonderful.
Lou you're brilliant. Very sad piece.
Very nice, sad piece. Time does get away from us.
Something about your voice and the dialog made this all the more special. What a perfect way to capture precious "time."
I'm so glad to see 100 word challenges back!
Time is one thing I find I never have enough of!
Cat
Yes. The time passes so quickly. A day, a week, a year...gone.
ah yes, time passes, and we all grow older. the journey is not wasted if one has grandchildren to bring you gifts.
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