tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382382630807227352024-11-05T21:05:41.917-06:00Sharon Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01592345084943320187noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438238263080722735.post-43778078503091569522010-05-09T09:17:00.000-05:002010-05-09T09:17:28.440-05:00My memories don't go back far from "That Day"; only fragments or pieces of what might have happened to cause "that day" to come about. My mom was a homeroom teacher and my Browine leader and I adored her. My brother, Ronnie is a year and a half younger than I and my sister, Christiann is four years younger.<br /> <br /> Christiann was in kindergarten and our mom didn't pick my sister up from her morning class. I was never in trouble at school and being called to the office over the public announcement system was a shock in itself. When I went to Mr Walker's office I did not know what would lie ahead for me or my siblings. I walked my sister home, both of us so tiny it seemed like a walk that lasted forever, I'm sure she had to be frightened or maybe it didn't even seem odd to her.<br /> <br /> When I got us home the front door was unlocked, we didn't lock our doors back then but as I look back it seemed especially erie when I walked in; maybe even darker than normal and I knew immediately something was horrifically wrong. I always had a second sense, intuitive in nature even though I didn't understand the power of that intuition.<br /> <br /> Mom had left, she left three small children and our dad - "That Day". Why, that is the question that has never been answered and we never were given the chance to ask because she was murdered before we would ever see her again.Sharon Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01592345084943320187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438238263080722735.post-63284721830999610012010-05-09T00:25:00.003-05:002010-05-09T09:05:30.454-05:00School bells rang "That Day"<br /> Beckoning Crewed cut boys and pig tailed girls<br /> To take to their seats all in a row,<br /> Teachers watch while their<br /> Students recite "The Pledge"<br /> <br /> Mr Carson's slicked back 50's style causes<br /> Wide eyed girls to hide secret crushes "That Day"<br /> Reading, Writing, Arithmatic and<br /> Boy only recess revealing bloody secrets<br /> While classes are controlled by ruler sticks<br /> <br /> Homeroom Mothers adored by all<br /> Cup Cakes and other party treats <br /> Promote pride filled faces "That Day"<br /> Science Fairs, Boy Scouts and Brownies<br /> Teach respect and responsibility<br /> <br /> Public annoucements systems<br /> Beckon students to Principal's office<br /> Everyone knowing what that might mean<br /> A request to take a long walk home, "That Day"<br /> Protecting a five year old sister<br /> <br /> 4th grade doesn't matter anymore, <br /> School girl crush dimisished<br /> Where did the homeroom Mom go "That Day"<br /> Fear replaced pride, friends don't linger<br /> Pigtails gone, all alone and in charge<br /> <br /> That Day!Sharon Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01592345084943320187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438238263080722735.post-6608673374922350182010-05-05T22:27:00.002-05:002010-05-08T21:22:10.834-05:00Segments of life lost forever<br /> Shattered fragments<br /> Dissipated in the air as if powder<br /> <br /> Lint collects on the memories<br /> Shattered fragments<br /> Shadowed in a veil of violence<br /> <br /> Tattered dreams blurred by tears<br /> Shattered fragments<br /> Innocence stolen by loud voices<br /> <br /> Dreaded night time loneliness<br /> Shattered fragments<br /> Sadness unveiled in dawn’s light<br /> <br /> Shattered fragmentsSharon Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01592345084943320187noreply@blogger.com0