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She was four months old sitting in the back seat with the most adorable toothless grin. Lilli made a delighted sound as the warm summer air blew in from the window and rushed over her face. She stretched her arms, her tiny fingers pointing out and up, up up! It was such a lovely moment, one that I will never forget.
I looked out and up and saw a sky naked of clouds, and a color that spoke volumes. Light blue with just a hint of lavender, feminine and soft yet bright.
It took me back to my four year old self on Christmas morning. Santa had brought me a Crayola Caddy with a hundred crayons. One by one I inspected each color until I came to periwinkle.
I had never seen the color and it was an incredible discovery.
It was the first of the box to be whittled down to a waxy stump and when I could no longer color with it I asked my mother for another box of crayons.
I had ninety-nine perfectly good crayons for coloring, she said, but the rest just weren’t the same. Violet-Blue was too dark and Robin’s Egg too green. Mommy suggested Hot Magenta and Purple Mountain’s Majesty but those were too bright, too loud and just not right.
I waged a child’s rebellion. I pillaged the crayon boxes of my friends and neighbors robbing them of their periwinkle crayons until I had a collection of five! Stealing my crayon of desire became a habit I never broke. Even now...I find myself snatching up any stray periwinkles I find laying around.
I looked down at Lilli and laughed. I opened the window a little more and she squealed in glee, and I did too. But it’s not just the warm breeze that tickled me. It was knowing that stashed in my closet were one hundred and nine stolen periwinkle crayons.
Each one of them has a story, a memory, every one of them used at least once. And now I have another precious moment filled with periwinkle but this one is so special, so dear to me because Lilli was laughing, her simple joy infectious.
We stared out the window together both of us silent but smiling, soaking up the bliss of a periwinkle sky.
I looked out and up and saw a sky naked of clouds, and a color that spoke volumes. Light blue with just a hint of lavender, feminine and soft yet bright.
It took me back to my four year old self on Christmas morning. Santa had brought me a Crayola Caddy with a hundred crayons. One by one I inspected each color until I came to periwinkle.
I had never seen the color and it was an incredible discovery.
It was the first of the box to be whittled down to a waxy stump and when I could no longer color with it I asked my mother for another box of crayons.
I had ninety-nine perfectly good crayons for coloring, she said, but the rest just weren’t the same. Violet-Blue was too dark and Robin’s Egg too green. Mommy suggested Hot Magenta and Purple Mountain’s Majesty but those were too bright, too loud and just not right.
I waged a child’s rebellion. I pillaged the crayon boxes of my friends and neighbors robbing them of their periwinkle crayons until I had a collection of five! Stealing my crayon of desire became a habit I never broke. Even now...I find myself snatching up any stray periwinkles I find laying around.
I looked down at Lilli and laughed. I opened the window a little more and she squealed in glee, and I did too. But it’s not just the warm breeze that tickled me. It was knowing that stashed in my closet were one hundred and nine stolen periwinkle crayons.
Each one of them has a story, a memory, every one of them used at least once. And now I have another precious moment filled with periwinkle but this one is so special, so dear to me because Lilli was laughing, her simple joy infectious.
We stared out the window together both of us silent but smiling, soaking up the bliss of a periwinkle sky.
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Two Are One
As far back as he could remember, there had been two voices in his head. One was his own, his conscious, his inner thoughts. The other belonged to someone else.
In his earliest memory of the other voice, he was sitting in his playroom, surrounded by colorful blocks. He was wearing overalls and a teddy bear T-shirt. The baby sitter was laying on the couch, giggling girlishly into the phone, simultaneously twirling her hair and the phone cord. “No, Mommy! Stop it, Mommy!” When he looked around, he couldn’t locate the screaming. But it bounced around his skull, pleading for help. Confused, he pounced on the sitter, sobbing and
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October Eyes
Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
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I know
I know in the past, how different I was,
happy and carefree.
The roles were defined for each of us,
I knew who I should be.
I know happiness comes with no guarantees,
no one alone decides
and things they really changed for me,
on the day you died.
I know life can sometimes be so cruel,
it hurts so much inside.
Like being in one long sad dream
in which everyday I cry.
I know, I will go on my love
though my life is missing you.
I know you're sending loving guidance,
helping me to get through.
I know you are in a better place,
are happy and carefree.
I'll be with you just as soon as I can,
I know you'll wait for me.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbac
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Heartwarming.