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Dear Diary: Today I Helped The Homeless(((Please note: this is a completely fictional story written for a school writing competition. I haven't written proper "diary fiction" for several years [until now] and I wanted to try my hand at it again. You are free to distribute this work, but you may not sell it. I encourage people to expand on this idea and write/draw/role play/interpret the next chapters and ending!)))
Dear Diary: 4/8/12 - Today I helped the homeless.
A girl almost half my age came up to me on the street today and asked me for change.
I was more than happy to help. After spending time with the kids at the rehabilitation centre I've seen how much a little kindness can do. It can make a huge different in anyone's life.
The girl thanked me for the change and walked over to another girl, who was about five or six years.
She took her to the nearest, cheapest shop and brought her shoes.
As they walked past me, the little girl waved at me and said: "Thank you for helping mummy!"
The girl she called "mumm
daughtersmy 5 year old daughter only wants to run
through the park, loping beside our wolf-puppy,
both lean & fierce, joyful
as she tosses her hair back
& suddenly I see my body
in hers, tireless & certain,
despite my pounding heart
& damaged limbs, I run&run&
then she gives for a moment,
tumbled full-length in the grass,
feeding the puppy from her cupped hands,
& demanding, scratch my back too!
then down her sides & over the ripples
of her ribcage, her leaping heart
& tummy, still baby-soft,
until the shadows reach us & I
must give her back, inch by inch,
a long, twirling hug
my mother will echo with sad arms,
murmuring, you look really good,
here, now, when we stand alone,
which never means,
you lost weight or
that’s a pretty dress
only us, watching her
& suddenly glad
a timeless ringshe wears me upon
her withered hand:
an angel's halo
with no beginning or
she didn't like
but he brushed away the
drops of jupiter
twinkling on her
return but it was
just a fool's
and now i am
a memoir of
because he is
dead but he is
not, he is
gone but he is
here, he is
a memory preserved;
she wears me upon
her withered hand:
the crown of a
king lost in battle
grazes me with her
because soon i
will be a
she will be the
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