Kaleesia Neverson
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Hello! I'm an aspiring poet, trying to leave my sandcastle on the beach for as long as possible.
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An Endless Series of Repetition and Novelty
“Amber?” Penelope said in a wavering voice, hand clutching Amber’s to her sunken chest. “Yes?” Amber replied. “What do you think happens when you die?” Penelope closed her eyes and listened to the gentle whir of the AC in her hospital room. It was turned down too low, presumably to keep the germs at bay, but it was unpleasant. The hospital administrators should really consider the paper-thin sheets and blankets in conjunction with the just above freezing temperatures. She could hear the low murmur of nurses in the hallway, coughing from down the hall, the soft sniffles Amber was trying to hold back.
By Kaleesia Neverson4 years ago in Fiction
Four Women, Many Lessons
My mothers come in all shapes and sizes, from my birth mother with her beautiful brown eyes and endlessly comforting hugs to my grandmother, long and lean with arthritis ridden hands that still lovingly perform tasks around the house. I am lucky enough to have had a mother, a stepmother, both of my grandmothers, and all four of my great grandmothers in my life. Women hold a special place in my family because they are the backbone, the pillars of support which all the rest of us lean on when life becomes too difficult. It would be impossible to try to describe or explain all of the lessons that my various mothers have taught me throughout my life, but that won’t stop me from trying. And before I begin, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me and always standing behind and beside me. I wouldn’t have made it here if it weren’t for you, all of you.
By Kaleesia Neverson5 years ago in Families
