Memories Forever

"Did you have a good day at work dear" asked Alice as Stan walked through the door.

"Yes love " said Stan. Same as usual really"

"I'm sorry dear I didn't make you any tea because..........."

"Oh don't worry love I'll make a sandwich after my bath".

Stan went to have a bath like he did every night after work. Then he made his tea, like he did every night after his bath. Alice used to do his tea, but not anymore.

After his bath and sandwich Stan decided to go for a walk.

 Alice went along too.

They loved to go walking together, they always had. They walked everywhere.

"Do you remember when we first met Alice?" asked Stan. "We would walk for miles, go for picnics, and talk for hours on end.

 Alice chuckled to herself with an expression on her face that seemed to take her back.

They walked past the factory where Stan worked as a carpenter. He always thought that the factory looked strange at night. So quiet.

Very different from the daytime when all the machines were running and people were rushing around doing their work.

Next they went to their favourite place, the park. They always loved the park.

 "I remember when we first met, Alice" said Stan. "It was over there by that tree. It was only about eight foot tall do you remember? Now look. It must be fifty feet tall and still going strong.

"Yes dear I remember" said Alice.

"It's so different now" said Stan, as he stood looking around the park.

"I wish we were young again Alice, even if just for one day" Stan said with a tear in his eye.

They walked past the stream that they used to sit by. They'd talk for hours about the future, about now.

"It doesn't seem like fifty years ago, it went by so fast.

Most things in the park have changed but there are some little things still left that are the same, and the memories, well they will last forever.

"Lets sit down on our bench dear" Stan said.

Stan made the bench at work. He loved to make things, he was good at it too.

"Still as strong as the day I made it" Stan said knocking on the back by a plaque.

 "It'll be here when I'm gone I'll bet you".

Alice chuckled to herself and looked at Stan with such love in her eyes. A tear rolled down her left cheek.

"Yes, it'll be here long after me" he repeated.

 "Then they will have to change this plaque I made for you.

Stan turned to read the plaque, like he did everytime he came to the park and sat on their bench.

It read,

 In loving memory of Alice Rogerson, who loved this place and sadly died, May 18th 2009. Wife of Stan Rogerson.

             Memories Forever.

    

Stan read the words and pondered on the memories of him and Alice before she had died.

 "I love you my dear" Stan said to the figure of Alice that was now fading away front of him.

Alice smiled back and mouthed the words "love you".

Stan was left there alone on the now empty bench. "I'll see you soon dear" Stan said before setting off on his journey back home.

                                                   

Holly and Kitty get ill

"Oh mum I can't go to school today I feel so unwell. I feel achey, sicky, and snotty and I keep sn.....ahhh.....sn.....ahhhhh sneezing AHHHCHOO! said Holly.

Just then Kitty came into the kitchen. "Can I stay home from school too if Holly is?" Kitty asked mum. "no" said mum. "You're not poorly, now get ready for school".

"It's not fair, I wish I was poorly so I could stay home" Kitty grumbled, while getting her shoes on.

At home Holly spent the day in bed, eating nothing but chicken soup. "I'm so bored" Holly said to herself.

 "I wish I wasn't poorly so I could go to school and play with my friends".

 

At school Kitty was having lots of fun playing with her friends and doing her favourite lesson, P.E, her class also had a math test which she really enjoyed.

 

When Kitty got home from school she went straight upstairs to see how Holly was feeling.

 "I'm a bit AHHHCHOO! better" said holly with a stuffy nose".

I'll stay in and play with you instead of playing out" Kitty said, feeling sorry for her sister.  "Thank you Kitty " Holly said. "I've been bored all day".

While Kitty ran around the room playing all Holly could do was sit on the bed and play with her dolls.

"You'll feel better soon Holly" said Kitty. Just then mum popped her head in the room and said "let Holly get some sleep now Kitty, she needs to get better". So off Kitty went to play downstairs.

 

Holly could hear Kitty playing downstairs and thought how bored she was and wished she could get well again. Eventually Holly fell asleep.

 

The next morning Holly came down for breakfast feeling a lot better "I can't wait to go to school today" she said to her mum.

AAAHHHHHCCCCHHHHOOOOO! mum and Holly heard sneezing coming from upstairs".

"Oh dear! sounds like Kitty has caught your bug" mum said . "Poor Kitty" Holly said.

So off to school Holly went while Kitty was at home feeling achey, sicky, and snotty.

AHHCHOO! Oh dear poor Kitty.

 

 

Holly & Kitty- What if the wind changes?

One morning, at the breakfast table, Kitty was in a funny mood. She was pulling funny faces at Holly. Puffing out her cheeks while pulling at her ears. Sticking out her tongue while opening her eyes as wide as she could.

 Holly kept giggling at Kitty, and Kitty kept on pulling faces.

"You know if the wind changes your face will stay that way" said dad.

Kitty stopped pulling faces right away.

Holly stopped giggling. "Kitty's going to have a funny face foreverrrrrrrr" Holly teased.

Kitty ran to the mirror "oh what if the wind changes and I've got a funny face? I don't want to stay like that forever" Kitty said to herself, worried.

Kitty stood at the mirror, staring into it. She was trying to find a face she would want to keep forever. She did the biggest smile, a slight frown, a sad face, a funny face and even a scary face. But no face she pulled would do.

 "I'll never pull a face again" Kitty said to herself.

 For the rest of the day Kitty walked around with a straight face. Not even laughing when somebody told a joke. Not even crying if she felt sad.

Kitty was sat on the sofa when dad came in " whats the matter with you Kitty?" dad asked.

" I don't want my face to change when the wind changes " Kitty answered.

"Ha ha ha " dad chuckled to himself. "It's only something grown-ups say to children when they pull faces" dad explained.

"So if I'm pulling a face and the wind changes my face won't stay like that?" Kitty asked excitidly.

"No it won't stay like that, but it will stop you pulling faces when you're not supposed to".

"It sure will" Kitty called whilst running upstairs to Holly. She was going to make her laugh with more funny faces!

 

 

The Grumpy Owl

"GET AWAY FROM MY TREE" the grumpy owl would say

when an unsuspecting person came his way
 

He'd throw down berries and swoop down low

until the poor frightened people would have to go

Then one day what the owl did

was scare the wrong person who ran and hid

For her father was a lumberjack

she'd go get him and bring him back

Her father came with his big shiney axe

"I'll make you pay for these foul attacks"
 

The owl pleaded "please spare my tree,

just one last chance, just for me"
 

The lumberjack warned "just one more attack"

he'd sharpen his axe then he'd be back
 

The very next day when people walked by

the owl just tooted and winked his eye
 

He even swooped down to say hello

and the grumpy owl was grumpy no more.
 

 

Autumn Leaves

The house still stands there.....empty. If you stand and look at the house you can almost see and hear the anguish and pain that, only a few months before had engulfed the family who once lived there.

 

It had been an autumn evening when the tragic accident happened.

Their teenage son went, as usual, running straight across the road, only this time a car was coming and he didn't see it.

 As he lay there in the road, his lifeless body battered by the impact, everyone was running around crying and hysterical.

Their world had been destroyed in just a matter of of seconds.

 His spirit looked on, peaceful.

The leaves that had died on the trees and fallen to the ground were blowing around his body as if they were tiny angels rallying round trying to protect him from futher harm.

 

If you sit there on an autumn evening looking out of your window you would swear that you could see, just before the leaves die on the trees and fall to the ground, the ghost of the boy still trying to find his way home but never quite making it.

 

Life still goes on around the spot where the boy died. Cars drive over it, people cross the road, some looking, some not, but the leaves on the tree still, on autumn evenings, blow around like tiny angels in the breeze trying to help the boy return home.