Her Name is Rose… MindlovemiseryMenagerie ~ #Poetry #Wordle 283

Image by Petra from Pixabay 
Beware the howl beneath the full moon
Old letters come to light, 
damaging claims that could 
make the family uncomfortable
The child is not yours
Letters found by an obsessive neighbour
Who rubbed her hand at the news
she hoped would shake the family
Little knowing her husband 
admired his wife’s resolve
To bring up the child left 
on her doorstep as her own
The letters dated from the war
Wrapped inside the baby’s blanket
The note read, I am sixteen, 
I cannot take care of her
Her name is Rose.
So why now, so many years later 
does someone want to remind them 
they are not the child’s parents?
Questions that may never be answered…


99 word #Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 13: Flash Fiction Challeng


99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

February 13, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a sugar report. Use its original meaning of a letter from a sweetheart to a soldier, or invent a new use for it. Go where the prompt leads!




A letter I found inside a second hand book

From a nine-year-old called Charlotte

Addressed to Santa dated 1976

Dear Santa, I don’t need any toys

Or new clothes this year

I need help to make my daddy better

He’s been sick a long time

And mummy is very worried

Doctor said we have to wait

For daddy to get better

Mummy prays,

because she does not think he can.

She said I should pray

I try hard, please help, love Charlotte

With Santa’s magical delivery in one night

I hoped that Charlotte’s request for help

was answered somehow…

©anitadawes 2020

Hidden box… #Poetry




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In a box hidden from sight

My mothers love letters

Have come to light

Written in 1944

A soldier’s heart she craved

Soft word written with

Such passion

Tear stained aged paper

Belies the woman who

Stands before me

Was it this lost love that turned

her heart to stone?