Twitter Poem With Mama Zen

Celebrating number thirteen Play It Again with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads   I chose to repeat the challenge by Mama Zen to create some Twitter poetry limited to 140 characters total.  I didn't get the stanzas correct but I think I have it exactly by pulling my bits and pieces of thoughts on paper hoping they make sense.  This was fun!!!

Tigers wild
Tigers tame
Tigers gone
Who's to blame?

Wrapped in night
Orion flew
To rescue us
From ourselves

Awakened
Covered
With cobwebs
And regrets

X Marks The Spot...

where a crazy women lives!  I was sitting here looking at the screen, waiting for the words to magically appear and I see a bug.  It was tiny so I ignored it for a while.  It's movement began to bother me so I reached up to end my botherment.   This teeny-tiny, itsty-bitsy bug is behind my screen!!!  Now, how in the world is that possible???  How can a bug be in my computer screen on top of my writing??

Oh, well, will move on since I can't highlight or delete him.

I was just thinking of how the tiniest thing we do, can affect people for a life time...and my story begins.

My mother's brother was a big man and he begat a son.  James was my age and, (I'm sorry, James), he was a wimp.  Always trying to out run me, out climb me, out wrestle me...you name it.  I was a tomboy so he didn't stand a chance.  I didn't know he lived in town or that his father was rarely home or that when he was, he drank and made fun of James.  All I saw was a pest.

I was never mean but tried to avoid him like the plague.  Always pestering me, always challenging me.  How many times do I have to beat you before you decide to give up???

Well, one day I was fed up.  The adults were gone or I would have been skinned alive!  I called James a girl and proceeded to put one of my dresses on him.  He didn't stand a chance...then I took a picture...he cried.

I had won...but the victory was not sweet.

Years later, James tracked me down with his children in tow.  He talked about that day, and how it ate at him.  He was successful but never grew very big (I could still whip him, if I had wanted)  Between his father's abuse and MINE, he was driven to succeed, despite his size.

I kinda feel bad but knowing what I know now, I am afraid I wouldn't have changed a thing.

Forgive me, James has.