The Rocking Chair...

For Poetry Jam:  Rock On

Mamma rocks the hurt away
Daddy rocks away the fear
Granny rocks to my comfort zone
Grandpa rocks the tears

The Bogeyman creaks the closet door
The Black Sheep paces on the squeaky floor
Muffled cries SHRIEK
No More!  No More!

Daddy and Grandpa storm the door
Mamma rocks the hurt away
Granny wipes the tears
The voices silent leave with the fear

"We care for our own"
Danger held at bay
The men returned
The shovels put away

Mamma rocks the hurt away
Daddy rocks away the fear
Granny rocks to my comfort zone
Grandpa rocks the tears

Saturday Centus 122...The Dark Side of Football

Jenny Matlock likes to challenge us each week with a little writing prompt.  Any style, mine fits, 106 words exactly.  Strange I couldn't find a picture to fit with my scene.

The Dark Side of Football

The man worked into the night

with the tools that he had

Separating so delicately

The body from the head

Oh, he thought, I can recreate

the beauty that was there

He smiled lovingly

As he combed her hair

No more would he have to fight

To gain control of the remote

He ended that argument

When he grabbed her by the throat

He began to preserve her

Each piece handled with care

He needed someone

To sit in the other chair.

He carefully rejoined the pieces

The head was last of all

He smiled at his wife and asked,

“Are you ready for some football"?