A Time To Rest

A Time To Rest
. "What happened" she thought as she held his hand. His eyes clouded over
and she could see it was near, his frail hand falling limp. They had said he was
fine and in fact he was, until the virus started to come back. Like a tornado, it
ripped and tore, his body apart inside out. There was so much more to do and
she never thought it would come to this. She bowed her head and began to
cry. Fifteen years of the past flashed through her mind, the dreams of their life
destroyed by AIDS.

Surfed Out

Surfed Out
He dropped in on the wave, tucking his head as it tubed over him. The
blue water resembled an ocean cathedral as the wave overhead crashed
around him. He raced the wave as it tried to overtake him the adrenaline
pumping through his veins. He felt as the wave spit him out with a huge woosh
and he came out on the shoulder of the monster. He yelled estatically as he
pulled his board out of the wave only to see another huge wave about to break
on the outside. He paddled back out for another sweet ride.

Old Man Dilemma

Old Man Dilemma
The old man looked out across the road, at a land he has finally owned. It
took all his life and he worked and worked his fingers to the bone. It was all he
had for 60 years of toiling, his withered hands bore the scars of hardship. But it
was finally his scott free and clear, no more note he could rest a bit now. He
looked on the horizon as far as he could see, a saw a cloud funneling towards
his way. The wind whipped and churned and finally tore into his shattered
dream.

Impressum

Texte: Dave Donahue
Bildmaterialien: Dave Donahue
Lektorat: Cheryl Berkes
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.07.2012

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I dedicate this to my family who stood behind me in my battle with a potentially fatal disease.