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Rarely Satisfied

by: Rebecca Taylor

published by Long Story Short in 2010

Have you ever realized

People are rarely satisfied?

Perhaps it’s human nature

Maybe we like to complain

But whatever it is

We’re rarely satisfied.

In the summer we say

“It’s much too hot. When’s winter?”

In the winter we complain

“So cold, can’t wait for summer.”

Whatever the weather

We’re rarely satisfied.

When it rains

We want it to stop

And when it’s dry

We complain about the drought.

We are rarely satisfied

Must just be our way

To be happy,

Would it rain and be dry

At the same time?

Would it be like Florida

And snow fall

All the same day?

We are rarely satisfied

Because we want the impossible.

Soldier’s Uniform: A Father’s Love

by: Rebecca Taylor

In celebration of Father’s Day

Previously published in Perspectives Magazine, 2008. 

I clothe a hero. I am Private Robert Jefferson’s uniform. Proudly we go into battle for our country but having his daughter Avonlea Rose nuzzled against me is far more precious than all the battles won. We must leave her to go and save others in far away places but no matter how much grime collects on me, I always recall the smell of her baby powder and shampoo. By being Private Jefferson’s military wear I feel the pain of leaving little Avonlea, but coming home to her is the most extraordinary feeling of all. Cradling her tiny body against my heart and seeing her magnificent smile look into his eyes and mine sends waves of emotion jolting through us both. Being a father is the greatest job in the world, some day I will retire and devote my life to raising her and hopefully others like her full time.

When we returned from a six-month tour of duty and first held the two-month-old close, we could not let her or Mrs. Jefferson out of our clutches. Holding them against us was like receiving the most prestigious prize for courage. The taste of Avonlea’s kisses is the most delicious banquet any parent could every partake in; her love sustains me when I am away. I can still hear the very first words the Private said to his tiny bundle of joy when he was alone with her. It was dark in the nursery and as I hung on the back of the bedroom door, he picked up the sleeping newborn and whispered so only she could hear, “I do what I do for you. The world is going to be a better place for you to live. Someday all the world will be at peace. I will be here with you when this happens.” Then he placed his daughter back in her crib and turned away, tears glistened in his eyes. He has never told anyone how hard it is for him to leave the child that he loves more than his own life, go to countries thousands of miles away, and fight to shield his daughter from the realities of the world. Because I am with him in battle and reside with him when we are home, I know all his innermost feelings and thoughts.

There are some days when we are in combat when it feels like a losing battle with firearms sounding all around us; and civilians, and soldier’s being hurt or killed. I know and so does the Private that we are there for a reason, we are trying to improve the world even if some days the progress isn’t as we would like. We are there to try and make the world a bit safer and to hopefully make it so others won’t have to take the kind of chances we are in battle. My soldier and I want to be able to spare others the kind of fear, sadness and sometimes despair that we see in the destruction of war.

As this soldier’s uniform, I am his protection in battle from all of Mother Earth’s elements but I cannot protect him from the longing he has for his darling Avonlea and his beloved Elizabeth. He wants to start more new life with her some day but he plans to wait until he is finished going overseas and has a job which will keep him on the home base. He hopes and prays that this will be soon and then he can be with his family every day, where he will not miss the important things in his family’s daily life. He wants to be able to stroke his baby girl’s golden curls every morning, tuck her in every night, and feel the love of her arms around him. He wishes to be there when she learns to say, “I love you too Daddy.” I want to be there too, to be able to see my soldier’s dreams come true and to be able to watch the expressions on his family’s faces everyday and feel the love seeping through as they clutch me.

Nobody has ever asked me but let me tell you anyway that fatherhood is the greatest gift any man can ever have. Don’t underestimate the powerful feeling it will give you. Fatherhood is hard, you have to protect your child and teach them what is right and wrong in the world so that the history that is being made as we speak does not repeat itself. Loving your child is the easiest part, so many people that are not parents do not understand how someone can love a child so much, but all you have to do is hold the child against you and let your heart melt to know.

Country Keeps Me Sane

by: Rebecca Taylor (written in 2005)

Life’s so crazy

Some days it’s just hazy

I work all day

Waiting for pay day to get me through

But country keeps me sane

Walking down Ben Cartwright’s memory lane

Singing “Huckleberry” with Toby Keith

Watching “Big Valley” with Heath

Going to school, going to work

Trying to keep my cool

Listening to so many complain

I feel so drained

But country keeps me sane

A long walk past the cornfield

Writing a novel of days gone by

Reading a Louis L’Amour book

The phone keeps ringing

The kettle’s singing

I burnt supper

I just can’t seem to find the right picker upper

But country keeps me sane

Watching a John Wayne movie

Hearing a Kenny Rogers song

Watching horses run in their pasture

Some days seem to drag on forever

I forgot to format the letter

My head feels like it could bust

Nobody’ll agree to what we’ve discussed

Thank goodness, country keeps me sane

For the cup of campfire coffee

The sound of the guitar

And the fresh outdoor air.

The Heart of Things

by: Rebecca Taylor

**previously published by Perspectives Magazine**

The impulses that I was getting when my owner, Rona Marci first saw the perfect gown in the shop window on 3rd Avenue were something I only feel when I get really wound up. I started going kerthump, kerthump like I was doing somersaults. I’m Rona’s heart and best friends with Rona’s brain. Brain sent word down through the body’s tunnels that the most exquisite gown was in the showcase of Rose’s Emporium. It was flowing and a shadowy crimson colour. That was when my heart started jumping even more. My favourite colour is crimson but I am kind of biased being a heart and all, most shades of red catch my fancy. I just knew that I would look magnificent going out with Rona in a gown like that especially to the CCMA’s where Rona, a keyboardist for an up and coming country duo was going to be co-presenting the award for single of the year. When ever I hear Rona playing the keyboard I get up and start dancing with her muscles. We have a splendid time partying together.

My friends all say that I am very vain and like the finest things in life, that must be why I get so excited living with Rona. She has such an amazing lifestyle. Her clothing choices are always fabulous; I am so jealous of Skin for getting to touch those shimmery fabrics Rona wears and get engulfed in her perfume; her vanilla and orange blossom ones are absolutely heavenly. At least Brain sends me a whiff through the channels which I can savour.

Even though I treasure all of Rona’s finer things, I know that she wouldn’t have any of them without me. After all, it is my job to keep Rona alive. If I got tired and gave up, it wouldn’t matter how hard the rest of Rona worked because it is me who keeps her living. Her brain, other organs, and muscles help keep her up and running but without me they would be nothing. I don’t mind because this makes the rest of Rona’s body love me. They love me for keeping her alive and because of this, they feed me sustenance which keeps us all alive. This makes them nourish me with information about her; tell me secrets and bits of news about what is going on in the outside world. I love doing what I do because I get to be in the thick of everything but that is only fair, after all, I am the heart of everything.

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