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Hearts United – Chapter 2

by Rebecca Taylor

It had been a long day at work and Sienna was yawning as she tried to relax on the sofa at home reading her favourite advice column in the newspaper. She was getting less and less sleep each night, thoughts of Todd Brody drove her almost crazy. She wanted to find him so badly, needed to know if he was just a beautiful figment of her imagination or a real person who needed her as badly as she felt that she needed him. It was a cold windy evening when she sat down at her computer and composed a letter to the local television station. She knew that it sounded crazy, and she was usually rational but at the moment she was feeling like anything but her usual self. If her Todd Brody really existed she needed to know about it. She wanted to meet him and then see what happened, if they were not meant to be together, so be it. She could take that and move on with her life but she couldn’t stand not knowing if they had a chance at a life together, the possibility of true love and happiness with this man who kept showing up in her dreams and if she could, she meant to find out.

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Mother

by: Rebecca Taylor

 

My mother, you deserve this day

Only you could be the one to make us who we are today

Thank you for caring about all the little things

Hugs and happiness you’ve brought about

Ever present in all of our lives

Relaxwhile we show you a Happy Mother’s Day.

Delivery of a Christmas Card

by: Rebecca Taylor

It seems like my life has been quite complicated so far for being jus a simple Christmas card. I was fabricated from recycled particles in a large paper products factory. I was slid and dropped from a ton of machines, one even sliced my paper to separate me from my fellow cards. I can tell you that that slicer hurts – ouch – talk about a paper cut. Once I was created into a card, all colourful with a message written within my folds, I was stuck in a box with other cards – some that looked like me and some that didn’t although we all carried the same manufacturer’s stamp on our backs. Next, we were loaded onto a truck and taken into a shopping mall. Because I wasn’t made during the holiday season, I sat in storage for many months. Thankfully, I had friends to talk to, or else I would have found myself quite lonely. I wouldn’t have liked to have been one of those cellophane wrapped cards which are sold for a higher price but have to be all alone.

 

Eventually, my time came to shine and my box was put on a shelf and someone took us and went and paid money so they could take us home. There we sat on a desk for a few days before our box was opened. I wondered if I would ever see daylight again, but finally the box was opened and one by one the kind woman took us out of the box. She admired our designs carefully choosing special ones for each recipient. Next, she wrote a verse in us. On me, she wrote about future happiness for the upcoming year. When the message was complete, it was time to go into the envelope that came in the box, one for each of us. From there the envelope was sealed and addressed. Next a stamp went on the outside and into the mailbox we went so that a postal worker could take us to our final destination. Now, I sit on a mantle my sparkles and Christmas tree making the older woman happy to have gotten a card from a far away friend.

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.

Someday

by: Rebecca Taylor

Too easy to miss the happiness in each day

Bad news and rough endings

Fill the television and papers

Somewhere in the world at every moment

Good shines through but often goes unseen

We must join together to find this glow

And bring it forward

As hands work together to make an upward seesaw

Of peace and joy around our eclectic world

Angels will dance in heaven applauding our efforts

As we hope someday this is all that will be seen.

The Truth

by: Rebecca Taylor

It mattered, I had tried telling myself that it didn’t and I could move on. But the truth was, I couldn’t hide from the way I felt about my wanting to be a mechanic. My parents didn’t understand. My dad and his new wife thought I should go to an upscale college not far from them. After all, my dad had money now and he wanted to show people that he could make things right for his family after so many years of living from paycheck to paycheck. My dad hadn’t really worked that hard for his new money though, it belonged to my stepmom, her father owned a big corporation and my dad is reaping the rewards. Now, don’t get me wrong. My dad is a nice guy, but sometimes he doesn’t make the smartest choices. I know that he loves my stepmom, and he’s going to love my little brother or sister once he or she is born this fall, but that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t want to listen to what I want. I’m seventeen years old and most of the time I live with my mom. We live in an apartment in the school district I grew up in. It’s a nicer apartment than the one we had when my mom and dad were together because my dad set us up. My mom said we were doing just fine on our own, but he insisted. I guess he didn’t want to look bad, him having so much and us living in a run-down apartment block.

            Who am I anyways? Beth Connelly, a senior in high school, who likes mechanics class more than any other class at school. I like getting my hands dirty fixing things and changing tires. I don’t want to go and see in a classroom and learn how to become the head of a company or a corporate lawyer or anything like that. My mom isn’t sure that I should be a mechanic either, but her reluctance is based on the fact that she is concerned that I will have a problem finding a job, because no one is going to want to hire a female mechanic, at least not for the right reasons, she said. I told her not hiring me because of my gender is called discrimination and that is against the law.

            “I know that,” she told me, “but you’ll be fresh out of school and that means you won’t have the experience everyone’s going to want to have and that will make it easier to hire a man over you.”

            “I’ll knock on doors, I’ll find somewhere, and someday maybe I will start my own garage.”

            “Those are pipe dreams, Beth,” she said, “you need to have a steady job, something that is going to feed you and pay the bills, otherwise you could end up working more than one job and never have time to see your kids or your husband.”

            “I don’t want kids or a husband, at least not now,” I had answered, “I want to have a chance to be a mechanic. What’s wrong with doing that? Most families own at least one car if not more, there’s work out there for me. I can go to the vocational center and get all the training that I need. I can get my papers in it; I’d still be pursuing a post-secondary education.”

            My mom and I changed the subject after that. We weren’t getting anywhere. I know she doesn’t have enough money to send me to school to be a mechanic anyways and my dad does but seeing as how I’m not doing what he wants, he probably won’t give me the money, but it doesn’t matter. I can work after high school, I’ll waitress or be a cashier, or pump gasoline to get where I want to be. For a while, I thought I could just go along with what my dad and stepmom wanted as if it didn’t matter that I had other plans for MY life, but I’ve changed my mind. Being happy matters and going to school and being bored because I don’t care about classes like corporate economics, isn’t what I want. Once I graduate from school, I will have to work for forty or so years before I can retire, doing what I want is going to matter. My family might not like it, but that’s too bad because I’ve decided to be honest with myself and with them. The truth is I am going to be a female mechanic and anyone who doesn’t like it can just learn to get over it. 

Canoe Trip

by: Rebecca Taylor

Tranquil river beckons me

Time for a ride in the cool waters

Breathtaking scenery around every bend

Paddling of oars gently splash water over my sides

Shadows cast upon the water from the stunning moonlight

Stars shine lighting the path to our campground for the night

Passengers guide me to the shore with joyous smiles

Payment for a happy day, so glad to be an adventurous canoe. 

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