Life Preserved in Word

  Warning: the following account of past events is based on faction and the ratio of fact to fiction is yet to be determined. With regards to any ability I may have for creative writing I must thank my mother as she quickly assumed the position of grammar police once I began to talk and then at least doubled her time on the beat when writing came into the picture. I suppose all mothers do this to a certain degree but not the nth degree. I love my mother. Mom loved to play Scrabble and to this day I cannot understand why she picked on me when she had four corrigible daughters at her disposal. When we first played I would be squirming in my seat waiting for mom to play which she did and then said to me it’s your turn and I froze and drew a big blank… What’s wrong she said? Here let me see if I can help you on your first word. Turn your tile tray towards me. I did so and she strained to hold back the laughter- your tiles are all backwards! Here let’s turn them around! I was a fair...

  If you like my show I shower you with peace! If you think it’s O.K. – stay – peace be with you! If you don’t like the show – go climb something tall and peace right off! Pea ce out!   © David Girard 08/08/20  

  Oldest of soul and wisdom. Biggest in kindness and heart. This is your day. Take it all in. Embrace God's love and joy, Then share with your kin.   © David Girard 12/03/15

  I was young and totally in control between the out of control train wrecks my ego took over and common sense soon vanished to leave me uncontrollable   Got married and had a handful of children who at times were adorably uncontrollable Lived healthy as I could - knock on wood and improved my diet as I should but sometimes fell ill eating healthy and good uncontrollable one thing I can control is when to laugh as I begin real slow until it creeps way down low and my belly laughs uncontrollable   © David Girard 12/01/20

  Couldn’t find my lucky pot but that’s okay As I’m sad to say I won’t be with you today. The weather is over me – what can I say? Don’t mess with nature’s mother – or so they say… My eyes are somewhat gooey and my nose is too thankfully it’s only a cold and not the effing flu. I’m rather sad and experience different shades of blue for I won’t be laughing and supping with the likes of you.   Thanks for all the help when the sidewalk hit me in the face it was just a flesh wound so I’m as good as okay and hope to settle that score in the month of May.   Who thought that in the cupboard my pot would stay? My lucky pot has a rather appealing ring I rap it on my head so we in harmony sing but my unlucky head makes me squeal and squawk when I trip and bounce it off the concrete sidewalk.   Enjoy your lucky pots! If it happens again in June I hope to give it a shot and show you my lucky pot! © David Girard 12/05/19

A rusting old Studebaker parked by the sea, parental voices familial to me. I’m their son but they’re absentees of this earthly existence by the sea. I always feel numb remembering when time had come and spirited them away to ethereality totally incomprehensible to me I wonder if they are still together by choice or apart to some degree   a poke, a jab, nag, nag, nag, as Jack and Mary disagree so Jack is off to his shop to meet his good buddy Stan to reminisce and partake of the porch-climber wine of the day Jack is now retired and still climbing those precarious porch steps so beware of loose knots that make him stumble and grumble “Hume  and Rumble.”   My dearest Jack is toiling hard in his garden long after Stan’s gone home.   It’s getting dark but I have faith, he’ll return.   I will whine that he drinks too much wine but my porch climber he’ll always be.   Jack is back, it’s been so long! “Dear are you okay? Damn...

  When life throws you the odd dagger with a little luck you’ll have the intuition to see it and the time to duck but if it’s going to hit you don’t take it on the chin turn sideways and dodge a problem that just grazes the skin   When life teaches me lessons I’m slow to learn take a car over a jump crash and burn drink too much Tequila comatose in bed with my mom and dad three faces red   If I try to walk with a swagger as confident as can be I can’t fool myself because that’s just not me If I see someone else walking as confident as can be they sure can’t swagger like “Stagger Lee!”   © David Girard 08/03/20