I have been a doctor, lawyer, plumber,and a referee. You guessed it, I have been and I still am a single parent. And being a parent has been my favorite job, that is why I have worn all the other hats.
I have always loved writing poetry, painting life with words gives me such pleasure. And my children when they were small, asking for stories, that is where I really learned that telling tall tales could be so much fun. To watch them hide under the blankets waiting for me to say, I got you!And to hear their laughter, and squeals for one more story, well it brought me so much joy.
Together we traveled to far away places, and played with a fairy or two, flew with butterflies, and chatted with forest friends. And when they were older, on halloween nights around lighted candles, we told ghost stories. Not the tried and true ones, no my girls always insisted that I told my own. In a sense, my children are where I was born, they are my infinite gold.
Take it from someone who was a foster child, and knows. Family, is the only gold that we will ever need to hold.
CONCEIVING EVIL: Born from the question, what if? What if there had not been a tree of knowledge of good and evil, but the birth of them?
In my novel, good and evil ride the wind and when they touch a young girl's soul, she can only pray that evil isn't all that pass through her gate! And the human race can do no more than pray that somewhere, somehow, good survives!
The question remains, Who will win the battle between the twins of good and EVIL!!!
Someone asked me once, why do you write? And I answered them honestly. I don’t write to get rich, or to get noticed, but those things are nice. But I do it because my writing is just as much a part of me, as breathing is to any of us. However, there is something more, in fact, there are six parts that define who I am. My children (4) myself, and my writing. And if I were to lose any part of what makes me whole, I am afraid that I will lose myself completely.
It’s funny, but when we are young, we can’t wait to grow-up. We swear that when we have kids, we will do things different than our parents did. Our kids will have more, be smarter, more independent, happier and healthier.
Well guess what? We grow-up and realize that our parents did just what we are trying to do. The best that we can. But sometimes fate rears its ugly head in our child‘s life, and we are smacked with something we can’t control. We can’t fix it, or kiss the boo-boo and make it better. And we can’t chase it away along with all the other monsters of the night.
They are the monsters that follow our child and us out of the dark into the morning light. They make us question, why my child? What did I do wrong? What went wrong? And you want to scream, Where is our God now? Does He hear us? Why doesn’t He make my child better.
My 23 year old daughter has been fighting an ulcer illness for over five years that can lead to cancer. She has been hospitalized several times with pancreatitis, and that can lead to cancer as well as diabetes. She could die.
And knowing that makes me so angry, and scared, because I know that I can’t fix it. She has had a Pandora’s Box of illness unleashed upon her, for no good reason. She works hard, and is taking classes for business, and classes for EMT work, but yet her quality of life is being diminished before my very eyes. I just want my baby back, I want her healthy, and happy, and I want God to stand beside her and I, and pull out the hope at the bottom of Pandora’s box and pour it over her. Because in the end, when faced with a life altering illness, that is all we have. The hope that lays hidden at the bottom of Pandora’s box. Maybe that box is hidden somewhere inside all of us. I don’t know, but my daughter sure could use some hope and prayers from all of you.
Take Care,
Kathy
© By Kathy L. Blaylock
COLORS OF A SHELL
If others see our differences
Then they are blind
And they may lose a chance to find
A love like yours' and mine
Your skin is dark, and mine is light
But love does not see
And in your arms
My soul soars
High above the heavens
And knocks
On passions' door.
Come lay with me in our meadow
We will not hide on the forest floor
The cover of our souls remain the same
And if they can not see
We need not know
For they will remain the same
Blind by times gone, But not forgotten
Hate, Prejudice, Bigot
Look and see
Love is not black or white
But many colors within a soul
The world will be well, If we do not see
The colors of the shell.
WISHES FOR OTHERS
Current mood: 
grateful
A CHRISTMAS WISH It does not matter if you live in a small town or a big city when you are growing up in a family of monsters and alcoholics. When you live in a house filled with physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. Where those responsible for your care decide what is for dinner, their bottle of booze, or your bowl of beans, it's a toss up one you usually lose. However, one learns to survive in that kind of world. But that is not all you learn, you learn quickly to find a safe quiet corner in a world all your own. Somewhere they cannot find you, a place where you are safe from the noise, the hands, and the smell. A place where your empty bowl becomes a plate filled with roast beef and potatoes, or just a slice of bread. You learn quickly how to dream. Still that is not all you learn when you are growing up with the odds stacked against you. You learn not to wish for dolls, or toy trains. Instead, you wish for the little things that mean so much. Because you learn to hope, to hunger for all that your life is lacking. You wish to be safe, to be free from all the hurt. You wish to sleep without fear, and without the pain of hunger gnawing in your gut. You wish for a normal family, but above all, you wish for peace, happiness, and love. From this day forward look to the future for there is where the changes start. Remember one magic day you will grow up, and you can walk away. And when that day comes, don't pack a suitcase, or look over your shoulder, simply walk away. Then you will soon discover all your hopes, wishes, and dreams coming true. All the little things that mean so much are finally yours. I know, because I got mine. Therefore, my Christmas wish to you, whoever you are, is that this season, and ever season throughout your life, you will have peace, warmth, safety, and happiness. And I wish for you, a home, and a family. And you can have it all, even if you are only one. May everything you wish for be yours. P. S. I wish for one more thing this season. I wish that everyone, everywhere who can. Reach out your hand, open your eyes and your heart, and help a child in need this holiday season. There are many, and not far between. Let them see that you can be their hope. Who knows, you just might save a life. However, one thing is certain; you will always be their hero.
