Write What You Know
| from Donna Caubarreaux, writer |
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| How often have you heard that phrase? Write what you know...and wondered exactly, what do they mean? I have finally discovered what I know. I know love and laughter. I know exuberant joy, dancing for the love of it, singing in the shower. I have tasted whipped cream, fresh strawberries and peas just unleased from their pods. I have smelled a baby, the woods after a rain, and a rose, heavily laden with dewy petals. I have touched velvet, sandpaper and a baby's cheek. I have seen mountains, the seashore and the inside of an iris. I have heard symphonies, a child singing rhymes and the coo of a dove. I have seen butterflies dancing on flowers in a gentle breeze. I have felt the raspy scratch of a cat's tongue, the softness of it's fur, the rumble of it's breathing while content. I know how to smile at strangers, hug the elderly, and give honest praise. I have seen wonderment in a child's eyes and an old woman's face. I know love, of parents, of a man, of children. I know that life is precious, fleeting and forgiving. I know first kisses, tender urges, and love's first passion. I have run my fingers down a man's chest, been lost in a kiss, been sated with lovemaking. I have felt the flutter of new life, and pushed a tiny foot from under my ribcage. I know the pain of childbirth, of urging a child through illness, of seeing the first smile, the first tooth, the first step. I have held a baby so small, so perfect, so wondrous that I thank God for creation. I have known love, hate, jealousy, anger, and pride at another's accomplishments.. I have cried when hurt, when happy and when watching Dumbo. I have felt anger, sorrow and deep abiding love. I know heartache and anxiety. I have felt the pain of kneeling, praying, and begging for answers. I have kissed away tears, rubbed my newborn's baby bald head and rubbed it again when she went through chemotherapy. I have felt tears of hopelessness. I have seen death and felt compassion for those who are left behind. I have been in danger, yet survived. I have known goodness and evil. I have known fear, anxiety and distress. I have known love, companionship and friendship. I know that words can hurt, heal and bring us to tears. I know that words can also teach, show new ideas and make us believers in life, love and happily ever afters. I can write what I know...because I now understand that what I do know is the human condition, that which makes us all unique, yet different. This is what we tell in our stories. Life. Love. Happiness. Isn't that what everyone wants...it's what I want. I can finally write..."what I know." |
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