On my walk today

November 12, 2020 — 1 Comment

I took the fluffy tyrants on a walk today

convinced it would be best if we all got out

A car backed into a driveway in front of us

intersecting our tug-filled return home

The face peering through its passenger window

made me pause and catch my breath

He looked like he could be around the same age

as a classmate my son once knew

had that classmate reached his teenage years

The smile on his face upon gazing at my dogs

reminded me that life can be both messy and joyful

And walks can be both mundane and momentous

This is the twelfth (#12) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

Trapped, yet freed

April 19, 2020

COVID2

With nowhere to go and nothing to do,

our minds drift to the what if’s and why now’s?

A sadness creeps in to cracks that deepen,

with each passing day and missed occasion

Life is less predictable than we had hoped,

while time plays hide and seek with no guarantee

of ever being found, of ever being caught

You can feel trapped in solitary confinement

while surrounded by windows and beating hearts

Or you can cherish the breeze and the birds

because your soul is finally still enough to feel and hear

What if this was needed, why not now?

 

This is the eleventh (#11) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

His first love

February 28, 2020

Forever ago, a little boy asked his mom and dad

Can I play basketball?

So a ball was placed in his hands

To travel with sometimes

To dribble others

To protect from the hands of defenders

His shoelaces seemed to never stay tied

While he ran his fastest and played his hardest

He took in criticism and accolades

And his parents grew to understand

This game was his first love

And that love is shared by his best friends

The older we get the luckier we are

To close chapters and collect memories

Until the clock ticks down to zero

Owen senior year

Bellevue West boys basketball team class of 2020 seniors and parents on senior night.

 

This is the tenth (#10) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. This post is dedicated to all Nebraska high school basketball players getting ready to enter post season play. Especially the senior players and their parents.

My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard