Perrie Halpern

Life Is The Sound Of Distant Thunder At A Graduation

By:  Perrie Halpern R.A.  •   •  5 years ago  •  3 comments

Life Is The Sound Of Distant Thunder At A Graduation

I wrote this almost 4 years ago and I can't believe that my daughters will be graduating from college this May. I thought it was worth the reprint, since we all get caught up in the trivial things in life, that we don't even notice it going by... and life is but a dream. 

So it's the day my daughters graduation. A moment I had been both looking forward to and feeling a bit blue about. My little shrews had finally gotten their wings. Did I say shrews out loud? .. I meant loving daughters... sorry, that must have been the wine talking. But even though they can be shrews.. they are my shrews and the thought of them leaving us,l eaves me with a flood of emotions. But I digress...

It was supposed to be a lovely first day of summer here on Long Island... translate that to mean 93 degrees and 90 percent humidity. I have all my hair weapons on hand to prevent the frizz that will happen as I walk

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link   Dowser    5 years ago

I have had moments like this, when my head is filled with those that have gone on before, and my heart is full with my family as it is now...  Sometimes, it feels as if I'm on the edge of understanding some kind of cosmic joke.  

We are all stair steps-- going up, going down, but all going the same way.  

link   Thomas    3 weeks ago


link   igknorantzrulz    3 weeks ago

congratulations on your daughters graduation.

i almost graduated ,  to an  a Dolt day care center for the criminally insane seat belt accelerated studies  of solutions for those with mind pollutions, but since i didn't seem to care, 

i was Held Back, at the accredited seat belt solutions and studies there of, and get this, for Not wearing my shoe laces inside out


on my sleeve, as that is 

 how i roll, when wearing short sleeves, and rolling

paper girls into paper mache machetes, cutting through the red pages that i taped, so as they made copy infringement into feline litters that litter the dark back alley, where i go to bowl, cause i really like the  Shoes, shining under a dog gone wild, bout a sour faced bitch who preferred to be Sweet, and Low

while 99% pure, Sour to the kraut, Chicken, no doubt, Polly was gone, Polygon wild, as she was Pure and Bred for Speed, but preferred Xanax, to calm and sedate her need , many Polygon wild  personality disorders and wants , she had justb ordered, on line, like Speed dating, but not with Russian runner UPS, that bring won down A Delivered path to nowhere, faster when Speed dating Russian Women do a head stand fake, while kneeling, on their expose3d elbows , cause they had, had forgotten their knee pads, asz they were high and capable,

of being highly incapable, of passing an inert

A Dolt gas , unless, attending the mass, gatherings to celebrate the new world order, taken by an impatient waiter, who's patience was a virtue, as in virtually spotless while cascading tears of joy, for the daughter not born the boy, sibling of a possible twin, single , though possibly living in sin, city streets and back room

bowling alley's were wear they would strikevin their spare time to kill Roy Rogers Double R Bar burger Kings amongst Queens who nnew more than Jack, in the box, was a Happy Meal, though nun suspected Gay, yet sad, when thought of in this weigh in me down, as you celebrate the graduation, and possibly next, the Gown 

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