Timmy’s Choice!

Timmy’s Choice

Standing in front of huge wooden doors that are being pushed open by two big men. The large copper handles are impressive for a 6 year old like me, who got the feeling of walking into a castle. I was told the white floor was made of stone, they called marble. A fountain taller than me stood against the wall with a shiny metal tap on top. I looked into the big room and found me walking behind those large men pushed ahead by Misses Landry.

I had been sleeping over at her place for some time now and had lots of fun playing games and eating ice cream. She was really nice to me and told all I had to do was; to be honest. Rows of wooden benches but there were no bibles here and no glass stained windows either. And church would have a large cross and not a statue of a woman playing pin the donkey.

My amazement was complete when in front of me a wooden gate was opened and I stared up a large wall made of wood. Down on a funny chair with a tiny typewriter set a lady looking very stern. From the top an old man was looking down on me dressed like a penguin. All black with a white bib hanging in front of his chest. Still pristine white so he had not eaten yet. I can’t help but feel a little hungry and snicker at the bib.

“Have a seat there Little Sir. You must be little Timmy La Grande, are you not? My name is Sir Brimmel” the old man smiles and waves to a chair in the middle for two large desks.

-“Go on Timmy you can sit down and be polite okay” Misses Landry’s hand squeeze me gently making me look up and see her force a smile on her face.

“I am not little mister, I am already six years old” Holding out a full hand and thumb of the other.

-“Are you now, now that would make you a big boy alright.” He rubs his bib and laughs. Even the stern lady smiled a little. “Did Misses Landry tell you why you are here?”

-“yeah, she told me to be honest when asked a question.” I sit myself even straighter up wiggling on the chair. My shoes shiny and polished swung back and forth as my toes cannot yet touch the ground.

“That is very good of you.” His arms are crossed and he leans forward looking over the ledge. “What I am about to ask is very important and it is true I want a honest answer. Can you do that?”

-“I can mister, I learned a lot at school so you can ask me anything I even know what 25 divided by 5 is. It is also five.” Proud of myself I smile back at the old man who is laughing loud and pinking away something from his eyes.

“I do not doubt you are a smart boy Timmy. But what I would like to know is, with whom you want to live?” His face goes from smiling to looking more serious, Misses Landry’s hands squeezes my upper arms. “Would you like to live with Grandma Ellis or with aunt Gledys?”

Tears are welling up in my eyes as reality hit me. “Mummy…. And daddy… I want to live with Mummy” I snicker away some tears “Mummy and daddy. Sorry Misses Landry, It was loads of fun but I want mummy and daddy.”

From underneath her glasses a tear rolls down her cheek, past the make shift smile. “I know Timmy and I am sorry”

©Ranting Crow2014

It is a shame I have to stop here due to the word count; it could have used a little more backdrop. I already exceeded the suggested word limit with at least 75 words, again. And not sure if I could have kept the funny and innocent side of Timmy as I did not want to much focus on the horrible choice. Tried to keep it light.
I had me some fun coming up with an impossible choice to make. The result is that of an innocent child having to choose between parents. I hope you liked this little story. This was brought to you through a prompt at Tipsy Lit.

Best Wishes
Ranting Crow

Broken Innocents!

*warning* Be Warned about upcoming content and the images it portraits. Written as someone who came in contact with such innocents. *warning*

Title is just that, as I could not think of a better title for something so delicate. It is something dear to the heart and feel it needs to be heard and shown from a flip side. So today a poem written by me the teller and the innocence broken. God knows if I got it right for all those who need a voice. Speak up and let us stop this together.

Broken Innocents!

“A silent moon
Witness
Of cries in the night
Suffocated by pillow

Stars twinkle in
Tears
Buried in greases
And wrinkles”

The words resonate
through memories;
Just a good night
hug and kiss
Or a little while
sleeping together
For years a secret.

The soothed pain
Hurting
From touches,
caresses of the clueless.
World shattering
screams
Unheard or stopped
in unbelief by those trusted.

“Promises broken
the innocents.
Voices denied
from the child”

Hiding the hearts
ashamed
in darker shadow
of tortures homes
Fearful bodies
shaken, shattered
by announced deaths
they remain in silence.

“Living a scarred life
by an abusive protector
Shamed by the hand they trusted.
Broken by those they believed,

They loved

In their innocence”

©Ranting Crow2014

For all those who have been there and want a voice. I hope I was able to convey some of your words and feelings.

Be well.

We need to stop all this child abuse, and sexual  violence. Did I miss a tag Let me know.

Ranting Crow

A bridge to far.

Abridge to far is what I called this post and I think it relates in some way.

The long misty bridge to Adulthood

It is about the bridge children have to cross in order to become adults. Yes we are talking about the time we are or were teenagers. The biggest gap we ever have or had to cross. A bridge to far.

I am past my teenager time and i was the so cold loner and yet I still had my followers. I was a guy who never wanted to be anything but me. I was good in sports but didn’t want to be a jock. My grades were all above average except for he foreign languages French, German. So a nerd no not really so I did not fit that box either. Now I liked wearing black clothing, listened to metal and was called weird for that as well. But no did not fit in hat box either. And around me gathered people who would fit in a box but wanted to be normal I guess and followed me around. Bullies you have on every school and i teased the people around me for having braces or walking around like a nerd. But we all did that in harmony because we wee able to talk as well. Now bullies tried to hurt me but i never gave in. Big mouths do not hurt and when it comes to fists, I had also two of them and got in trouble with them as well. So very early I hated the classification that teenagers do. And still do.  Getting along with every one is important.

So that is my past. And gives a small insight on my way of thinking. But why do we the adults make that bridge so long for those teenagers. I walked that bridge but it wasn’t easy. You feel you do not fit anywhere. So all you have are the people on that bridge. But some got influenced early and are smoking, drinking or even doing drugs. So all they have around them are people of and around the same age and will be influenced by them. And they have to cope with ordeals even we adults struggle with, but us adults can get help a lot easier. These teenagers are on their own, all because we want them to be adults. It is all to sudden for them.

In times where the group pressure is at its highest is the time we leave them alone. Or if they ask for help whimper them of with words like, ‘You are now old enough to make your own decision’. They are asking for help and that would be your answer, what kind of parent or adult are you. Would you say that to an adult of he same age as well no you would help that person. So why do we let them on their own dealing with problems like, sex, drugs smoking, drinking and relationships. If we adults have trouble with them with all our wisdom we collected through out the years, how do you think a teenager will do with no knowledge at all. Other ten what the Internet tells them thee present days. And the Internet is all about showing off your reputation or popularity. These things should not matter to someone, because it causes group pressure.

To much to cope with alone.

Pressure to be better, have a more sexy boy- or girlfriend. Everything is turned into a some kind of contest. Who dresses the best, who has the most expensive shoes, A better car or even the best sweet 16 party. That is one side of the coin, who is better. Yes some really should be knocked of their high horse.
Flipping the coin we come on th other side where if you want to have friends or so called friends you have to be in a group. Jock, bitches, goth, smokers, drinkers, girly girls. Group pressuring acts. And when a group says do it, you will if you want to belong in that group, it is a common fact. We should not have them worry about these insignificant things as groups or belonging. That means we need to stop treating them as adults, because they are not. Sure they have some knowledge but they need help crossing that bridge to adulthood, With that first step they are still children. And the road is long very long.

As for the bullying, it is beyond me. Everywhere you hear the line, “God created all men as equals” Now we can debate on what “men” means but for now it means all humans. So bullying should be treated as telling lies about the other One of the commandments if I am not mistaken.. And need to be addressed by the school and parents as such if you live in a community where that matters. If he community does not live by a bible it is still talking ill about people and should be addressed. We need to learn to have more respect for others, no matter what the color, sexual preference or believes. Parents should not walk away from that responsibility just because their kids turned 12 or even 16. They need guidance and help and for one and most definitely in the beginning it is the parents they trust the most. do not throw that away.

So parents unite and stand up. Take up your responsibility and make time for your children during the hardest time of their life. They are still and will always be your children, show them you care and will help them with their worries.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

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