One Fleeting Moment

An old one from the archives of my mind. I hope you enjoy.

For one fleeting moment you were there
to deftly snatch me from the despair
that threatened to devour me.

The ravenous creature
beat a retreat
as it sensed your presence.

It turned and gave me a sly wink
that seemed to say, “I will return,
much sooner than you think.”

But it didn’t matter at all
because for that fleeting moment
you were there.

Dear Mom

Head over to Stories to read some words by Grayson Queen that Rara is sharing with the community there. And, don’t forget to leave a Thud in the comments.

Stories that Must Not Die

This was written by Grayson Queen in December of 2012, and posted to his blog.  You may remember it from there.  He was an artist, a writer, a blogger, a geek, a diabetic, a depression-sufferer, my husband, and billions of other things.   His was born David Martinez, and in May of 2015, he died from natural causes– specific reasons still unknown.   If you were one of his dedicated readers, please know I’m finding a safe space for each of his precious words.  We’re starting right here, with this post and this site, because I’d know he’d trust us to gently fold this note to his mom into our Stories.

I don’t really know how to work out the comments but when having the Big Talks together, Dave and I used to say “Thud.”   It was our way of saying the right words, in the right way.  Our way of summarizing…

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