ImportantThings

                                                                            My Birthday by Danny Wash A birthday is just another day, Except it’s not, it’s the day I was born, Well not really today but the same day years ago. Naked, out I came into the world, crying, Sad, no just alive and separated from warm mother. Apart and the first day of the rest of my life. And now here, all these days, weeks, and years later. Alone, but not alone, family and friends reminding me Of this day and that first one; "member," as the little ones say. Well, not really, as I float on this stream of life in wonder,  Onward how quickly, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,  Where will it end? But, it’s my Birthday and I will...

                                                                                The Deposition   By Danny C. Wash The mood in the room was nervous charged with anger, fear, and resentment.  The Court reporter tinkered with her equipment while the witness nervously eyed the lawyer who was adjusting his papers and notepad. The opposing attorney whispered to his associate and the associate smiled and reached into her bag. The lawyer glared at the attorney as the witness began to sweat.  "Are you ready" asked the reporter who gave the oath to the anxious witness. "I will" she said as she lowered her hand and raised her guard.  "State your name please" and the dance was on. Where were you, what did you see, when did this and that happ...

  The Storm in Clicheville by Danny C. Wash It was a dark and stormy night in Clicheville. There had been no calm before the storm. I was scared out of my wits. I was frightened to death. I didn’t want to be dead as a doornail from the lightning. I saw a bolt strike and it was a near miss. But lightning never strikes twice,  However, that was cold comfort. It was raining cats and dogs and dark as pitch. The wind was blowing ninety miles an hour. It was howling like a banshee. The thunder was loud enough to wake the dead. And the water was five feet high and rising. My hopes were dashed and fading fast. I was in a real pickle. My back was against the wall. I was at the end of my rope between a rock and a hard place. I was about to throw in the towel as I lost track of time. It’s always darkest before the dawn. But every storm cloud has a silver lining. And then it was the crack of dawn. I looked out and, low and behold, I had weathered the storm. Out of the blue, a south wind...

                                                    The King of the Closet By Danny Wash As I sit on my throne (a stool) in my closet and contemplate my domain. The shirts and the pants stand neatly at attention where they have been hung.  The shoes are bowed low in their rack with no back talk. No one moves without the King’s nod of approval. Silence reigns, all at peace and no bother. No problems except for an occasional wrinkle or hole. I, the King, will bear no dissent in this domain  Where I rule with complete and supreme power.   The socks and the underwear lie quietly and obediently in the drawer Waiting for my decision, as to who will serve me this day. In my closet kingdom I sometimes sit and think great thoughts About my subjects and how they might better serve me and the like. And then, dressed in them...

The Rubber Ducky                                                   By Danny Wash I am a rubber ducky I’m very soft and yellow. I belong to a boy named Bucky Who is still small-just a little fellow. When we take a bath he plays with me if I’m lucky But Bucky also plays with a red boat named Fred And that makes me angry- real mad. Then the bath is over and it’s time for bed to go So onto a shelf I’m put and that’s oh so sad Until tomorrow and the bath again to splash to and fro With Fred and Bucky and then I am so glad.