Can you compose a short………..?

His Mother just didn’t know what to do any more. She tried to help, but it was all she could do just to keep body and soul together. Her son was working two jobs to keep the family together and now with the new baby it was getting harder and harder to come up with the money for his wifes tuition along with rent, food and all the things a baby needs. She thought this baby of mine has got to slow down or he is not going to make it. She was so worried about him. It was all for the love of a girl. He worshipped the ground his wife walked on and he would do anything for her. He would work his fingers to the bone if he had to, to provide her with the dream she had to finish medical school. His Mom felt like she had a heart of glass that would break any minute watching him struggle so hard to make ends meet. Now that he had hurt his back on the construction site she worried even more. She did not want him to work construction any more because she was worried he would cause permanent damage to himself. One evening she overheard him tell his wife, sweetheart you are the keeper of the stars and the air that I breath and loving you has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I will do everything that I can to make your dreams come true. She understood how he felt. She knew how much he loved his wife, but she didn’t know how they were going to make it if his back got worse and he couldn’t work any more. When she saw him leaning over to pick up the baby she rushed over to help and he said “That’s OK Mom he ain’t heavy”. When she saw the look in his eyes and saw the love he had for his son she realized everything would be OK. After all his wife “was” studying to be a Dr. so she would be able to do something about the back problem eventually. All he had to do was hold out for one more year and everything would be OK, wouldn’t it?

Whew that was a tough one. I was in the mood to give it a try though. Please try not to laugh too hard when you read this!!!LOL

The air that I breathe is filled with the scent of honeysuckle and the freshness of the summer rain. I inhale deeply, thinking , if only I could turn back the clock one hour……….

She is beautiful, even in death. Her long shimmering black curls, framing her gorgeous face. If only she could have loved me the way I loved her………….

My attention is drawn to the crib by cooing baby sounds.

“Hey sweet baby of mine, daddy loves you”

She looks up at me, wiggling her pudgy baby fingers and toes. At her sudden smile I feel a spasm in my heart of glass. A heart so cold, nothing could penetrate ,untill she came along…………..

She has no idea. I hope she’ll never find out, that her daddy was a killer.

I look from her to Jenny’s lifeless form. I have thrown away the chance to live, to bring up my baby daughter, all for the love of a girl.

I take one final look at my sweet child. “Loving you has been the high point in my life, little darling” I kiss her goodbye.

I have an appointment with the keeper of the stars. it’s time to pay the piper. I’ve voiced my regrets. I’m ready to confront eternity………..

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The forensics people had done their job well, now the paramedics had beeen dispatched to remove the corpses. They looked dispassionately at the two dead bodies.

“I wonder what their story was”

“Probably some kind of cheating going on”

“Yea, likely that”

“He aint heavy, we’ll lift on the count of 3…….1-2-3.”

They hoisted him up into the truck, another night in the naked city.

This baby of mine,came too early,he shouldn’t be here for another three months,and about 15 days.Taking for granted the air that I breathe,he struggles with each heave of his tiny chest.Praying to the keeper of the stars,for this little guy, to beat the 20% odds he was given.This heart of glass, I thought I had is melting, as I gaze down at that tiny cute face,as I grasp his little hand and transfer all my enegry to him.

Many surgeries and several years later,and 3 body cast,to keep his muscles,that he has little control over,from pulling his hips out of there sockets.”You need help”! people would ask, as I would struggle with the awkwardness of his plastered legs spread apart and held there with a broom handle.”He ain’t heavy,he’s my son”, as I wrangled him on to the special bed I made for the Van. Why,you ask? That smile on his visionless face,the energy pass from his body to yours,with a simple hug. Loving You was unconditional. Looking back I ask myself would I do this again? This question would be answered years later,when all for the love a girl,would put me back in that same situation, when my girl friends daughter decided to go for a ride on the hood of her best friend’s car.

Gone to Another

You’re the keeper of the stars

Loving you has made it so.

All for the love of a girl.

You’re all I want to know.

Baby of mine

My heart of glass is breaking

You’re the air that I breathe

But another man is taking

He and I have the same mother

He ain’t heavy he’s my brother.

Sir, Yes Sir.

I can create a short story for you Sir.

What in the heck for Sir?

That baby of mine has a heart of glass, a lot of class, and she drives real fast all for the love of a girl. Her lesbian lover said “Loving you is stinking up the air that I breathe.”

Her sisters brother, (he ain’t heavy,) drove his chevy to the levy, and convened with the keeper of the stars, who said, “What, …you drive American cars?”

This baby of mine was concieved by my wife after i sang a song that i composed called “loving You” outside her bedroom window. (yeah i know..all that for a love of a girl). i climbed up the drainpipe and took in a lot of oxygen (the air that i breathe) as it was hard work and my feet kept slipping. she must have thought “he aint heavy” as she has tried a couple of nights ago to climb up the drainpipe, but failed. i whispered into her ear that she was the keeper of the stars, and that she alone had helped my heart of glass to beat again.

did you like it? it took me a while,but i did it! =] yaaay

In a way, yes. I have trained myself to write with essence rather than complete thought. So, I would write more often if I was given phrases or titles more often, but it is unlikely that it will be as deep as something I wrote based on my own findings.

“this baby of mine” will exist in 2 months time.it was a 1 time,1 night “loving you” .that time the babys father was”the keeper of the stars” and not really the “heart of glass” he had the heart of a stone. “The air that i breath” “this baby of mine also breaths…..it was all bcoz of “all the love of Boy” (not girl 4 me) during that 1 time, 1nite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dodge City, Kansas

Circa 1876

“I Tip My Hat To The Keeper Of The Stars”

They were having trouble at the new bar in town.

“Someone get Marshal Dillon,” yelled the barkeep.

Matt could hear the ruckus from his office….He knew EXACTLY where the trouble was:

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He strolled in, sized up the situation and soon had the biggest trouble maker, old Hogg Bacon, in cuffs, headed to jail.

Hogg:”But ossifer. Do you mean to think to say that I am under the affluence of Incohol?”

Matt:”(5) The Air that I Breathe is being polluted by you!! Keep movin’, mister.” Hogg was so inebriated, he couldbarely walk. Matt assisted him.

Festus :” Need any help, do you, Matthew?”

Matt:” Naw….(6) He Ain’t Heavy….Just drunk.” He got him in the cell, then turned to Festus……”What was the fight all about?”

Festus:”As far as I can tell it was (2)All For The Love of a Girl.”

Matt:”That figures. Well, he can sleep it off here.”

Festus said he’d watch him, and told Matt to go on home .

After a long,hard day, Matt didn’t argue.

As he headed to the farm he shared with his girlfriend, Sunshine MacGillicutty, he could feel himself relaxing. Being with his lady always had that affect on him. He smiled as he took in all the splendor of the farm. Field upon field of wildflowers….. Wildflowers were Sunshine’s favorites…Matt smiled as he thought about the similarities……Wild,beautiful and unspoiled……

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As he continued riding, he heard sounds down by the lake.

He urged his horse in that direction.

Matt:”Hi, sweetheart. Having fun?” Sunshine was playing with Daisie Dixie:

Sunshine:”Baby!!” She ran over to him. Matt had barely touched the ground before she was in his arms.

Matt: ” Ohhhhhh, (1) Baby of Mine. What a sight for sore eyes you are.” They stood there locked in a lover’s embrace.

“(3) Loving You is all I’ll ever want.”

As they walked back up to the house, Gray Lady joined them:

Matt watched as Sunshine picked her up and cuddled her dear little body. Daisie Dixie was nipping at her feet ….. Matt drank in this scene of innocence.

Matt:”SunnyMac…. It was no accident……. Me finding you.

I think someone had a hand in it.” He pulled her close to his side.

He looked in her eyes….. “Darlin’…I have a (7) Heart of Glass.

Please never break it.”

Sunshine:”Matt. I will love you for as long as there is a God.”

With tears in his eyes, Matt tipped his hat, to the (4) Keeper of the Stars.

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I could but I don’t feel like it.