The baby was down for her afternoon nap. Her husband was away at school. She stepped outside on her little porch of the little trailer she called home. She looked up to the sky and saw the most amazing sight. The clouds in all their beautiful splendor looked as if they were the doorway to heaven. He’s going to die today, she thought. Chills ran down her spine as she recalled just days before that her grandmother, affectionately referred to as Nannie, claimed that she heard a knocking at the door. She said she went to see who it was, and yet when she looked out, no one was there. Her Nannie had told her she truly believed it was angels coming in to look after Papa, that the end was near.

As she recalled the words of her Nannie, her baby began to cry. Once again, she resumed her daily duties as mother and thought no more of the experience she just had. She let it go.

Later on that evening, her Aunt decided to stop by for a visit before going over to sit with Papa. The baby was content, playing on the floor as they chatted about this and that, just catching up. Suddenly, the front door flew open. Her cousin, in a calm and somewhat detached manner said, “He’s dead. He’s gone.” Time stood still. Her heart in her throat, she grabbed the baby and flew out the door. Running, lungs burning, across the way to her grandparents house.

Once inside, she saw her Nannie, doubled over with grief, screaming, “Oh God! Oh God! He’s dead! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me! Please God, don’t let him leave me!”.

She sat the baby down, walked over to her Nannie and held her in her arms as they both cried, both sobbing with grief and heartache. It seemed like an eternity before she was able to let her go.

She slowly walked into the bedroom, and there was her beloved Papa. Lifeless. Still. A calmness and sense of peace penetrated the room. As the tears slowly fell down her cheeks, she realized without a doubt that this was not the end. His body lay there, but he was gone. His spirit was elsewhere, moving on, moving forward to the Father he so faithfully worshipped.

The angels had indeed come to take him home. The sky had opened up in preparation for his homecoming. He was finally free. Free from the pain of his earthly body, and free to soar with the angels as he watches over his loved ones and family as he patiently awaits for them to come “home”.

This was the day, without a doubt, she began to believe in things unseen.

27 Dresses

Starring: Katherine Heigl, James Marsden

We’ve all heard he saying – Always a bridesmaid, never a bride right? Well how about being one twenty seven times.

Jane is always there for her friends and eager to please when they ask her to do anything for them. She is really a pushover to be honest; never being able to use the word “no”. Being wrapped up in others lives, she doesn’t really have a life of her own. However she does have this major crush on her boss, George and everyone in the office can see it except him.

While attending a friends wedding she is knocked unconscious by a woman who bumps her out the way while trying to catch the wedding bouquet. When she comes to the first thing she sees is this handsome man by the name of Kevin. He helps her up and they start to chit chat while sharing a cab that evening. It is very clear that he wants to get to know Jane better, but she is not giving him the time of day.

When Jane’s sister Tess comes for a visit she is happy to see her of course and invites her to a company party. At the party George says something to Jane, and her best friend pushes her walk over to George and let him know how she feels about him. Unfortunately Tess and George spot one another across the room and it appears to be love at first sight. As time progresses the two of them are spending more and more time together, and they seem to get pretty close. Poor Jane has to listen to her sister go on and on about the man that would have made her life complete.

Well the ball finally drops and George asks Tess to marry him, but this isn’t the devastating part. Jane actually decides to help her sister plan the wedding and even meets George at the caterer to try out different options for the wedding meal on her behalf. She seems to be handling it all in stride, until Tess does something that Jane doesn’t have the strength to forgive her for. Jane’s 28th dress is definitely going to be the one she will never forget wearing. In the meantime Kevin is still trying to win Jane’s heart, but she is in no way making it easy for him. As time progresses though she starts to live a little and lets her guard down a smidgen.

Sometimes when you have something to say to someone, you should just say it before the moment passes you by. This was a very cutesy, romantic, almost like a fairy tale type of movie. I will admit that some of the situations in this movie would have played out totally different in the real world, but they don’t stop me from loving the movie.


Yes,I know of a time
when I would tell you a lie

But, that was before I found 
the stars in your eye

Now I can not lie 
i am afraid you will say goodbye

Let everyone know 
I will not tell you a lie! 
I would love you till i dye!


To rise, to rise O how I want to rise 
From the depth of my soul I can’t conquer my spirit 

From the essence of love but I can’t feel it 
To rise to rise O how I ant to rise 
From the oppression of my pain 
To the sadness of my heart 
Even if my soul is not a slumber my mind is still torn apart 
For my thoughts is killing ever waking momenmt of my heart because I am missing 
I am in a world which I am missing and no one is looking for me 
I want to be found 
I want to be here 
I want to known for more than nothing 
To rise, to rise O how I want to rise


Clinging to the grass

Fistfuls in my hand
The clouds are dying
As the wind blows in
Lord, return me to my
Fairy kin


Like a map of where to go
the words are drawn out before me
over a vast plane only slightly crumpled.

But your voice kicks me to the moon
and the planned words evaporate
into a blue ooze that numbs my tongue
and twists it to form sentences and questions
I never intended to say aloud.
And my mind is not quick enough
to trap them because it got lost
some time between the second ring
and the sound of your hello.


Why can’t we be friends?
I am so confused,
Seems you left me
When your ego was bruised.

You had to fit in, 
Be the popular guy, 
But they call you “Robert”, 
Don’t you wonder why?

I can’t wait for the day, 
When they all leave you, 
Because when you need me, 
I’ll be gone too. 


Be seen as you are.

A naked ear upon a naked chest 
Hears rhythm and is satisfied 
While touches on silken strands 
Lace between fingers that once 
Traced names on supple skin; 
Laying claim and saying: 
I was here.

Fancy Dress

Jenna moved in to her newly purchased house on the morning of Halloween. It was a Friday, so this would allow her the entire weekend to unpack the vast amount of boxes that littered the dining room floor. She loved her new house as it was her first and even though it was not brand new , it was new to her. First, it was time to investigate her home.

Jenna pushed open the old attic door greeted by a blast of musty stale air. She peeked her head into the darkness and turned on her flashlamp, pushing aside cobwebs in her wake. There was so much to do around the old building and yet her curiosity got the better of her so she decided that the chores could wait until she fully investigated the house thoroughly.

The flashlamp revealed years of dust blanketing forgotten boxes of treasures. As the flashlamp revealed more to Jenna a shimmering came from an ancient dress and eerie whispering sounds emenated for the very walls of the attic.

“This is mine”.

“No, I want to wear it…you got the last dress Papa sent from Paris”.

Jenna took a few seconds to slam shut the attic door.

“No, come back”.

Jenna froze and trembled with fear. The voices beckoned her to return….young voices, playful voices. She slowly peeked her head back into the dusty old attic. Her body followed. Jenna thought that the floor looked safe enough; it did not creak under her weight. She slowly walked towards the old dress standing upright on a dress-model, the sheer work on the stitching alone was exquisite and it’s beauty reached out to her womanly appreciation.

“It’s mine”, a whisper echoed around the open space.

Jenna started, twisted and turned, trying to find who owned this gently voice. Her flashlamp searching every nook for it’s owner.

“Where are you?’, she asked cuatiously. No answer.

The Jameson’s house had stood for over 400 years. The previous owner had left the house 20 years prior to Jenna purchasing it. Local rumours had said that the whispers in the house had driven the last owner mad. The agent decided that it was best not to tell Jenna of the local belief that the house was haunted so it was never mentioned during the sale.

A rustling noise came from the bustle of the old dress. Jenna was drawn towards it with an outstretched hand. The material was of purest silk and felt wonderful to the touch. Jenna ran the flashlamp over the entire dress and took in it’s elegance and beauty.

“It is so beautiful”, the whispers started again. “Father sent it back for us whilst he visited Europe”, the voice continued…another voice interrupted, “Yes, for us, not for you!”. The voices continued to argue over possession of the dress. Jenna stood numbed and yet intrigued. Her fear had lifted slightly as she felt that there was no harm intended to her.

“Who are you?”, she ventured bravely. There was a moment of silence….


Jenna wanted to know more. “What are you doing here?”.

“We live here”, the second voice retorted.

“And, you are?”.

“I am Grace”.

“My name is Jenna”.

“What are you doing in our home?”, Elizabeth enquired.

“I live here too”, Jenna explained.

“How could you live here?”, demanded Grace.

Jenna did not know what to do but she decided that the truth was her best option. She explained that she bought the house a month ago and had just moved in this morning. There were some utterings between the two voices however Jenna could not make out what they were saying.

“How can this be?, Elizabeth asked. My sister and I were born here. We have never left the house.” The attic began to chill and Jenna could make out an outline of the apparitions. Two young teenage girls, she reckoned around 18 and 19, emerged like a wispy mist. They were both dressed in fine attire that would have been in style over 150 years ago.

Jenna asked them about the dress that stood on the dress model. Elizabeth explained that as she was the oldest she had laid claim to the gift from Papa. The girls were to attend the annual Hunt Ball and it was to be their first introduction into society. Papa had sent a few other dresses however Elizabeth wanted to wear this one. Unfortunately, so did Grace. Jenna listened to the sisters argue when suddenly Grace turned to her;

“What happened?”, she asked, now realising that this was not a normal situation by any means.

“I dont know”, Jenna replied honestly. “However, I promise you that I will find out”.

Jenna left them to their sibling arguments and descended back into the regal old home that was now hers. She made it her priority to research the history of the building. Firstly, she rang the agent who sold her the house. He seemed distant and distracted and Jenna was truly exasperated and none the wiser when she finished with their conversation.

That afternoon Jenna went to the local Library and researched the history of the area and found that her home belonged to an extremely wealthy family whom were revered among the society of the day. When she opened the dusty old file there it was! On Halloween night almost two hundred years ago, one of the candles tipped-up and set fire to the house…nobody survived. The Father was in Paris at the time and was due home later that evening and the Mother and her two girls died in the fire on the night in question.

Jenna asked around locally and it was confirmed that the house had never been lived in for long during their lifetime. Everyone knew it was haunted and the last man who owned it went quite mad after living in it for only two years. He had it borded up and it had taken twenty years to come back onto the market for sale. On further research Jeanna found that the house had been rebuilt forty years after the fire.

She returned to the attic that evening and brought a lamp with her this time. She walked over to the dress and the girls joined her immediately. Jenna explained to them what she had uncovered about their lives and their death. The girls were distraught. Captured between two worlds awaiting the return of Papa from Europe. When Jenna explained that their Father never lived in the house after the tragedy they began to fade slightly from her sight.

“Jenna, it’s time for us to go now”, the girls whispered. “We can see Papa and Mama calling. You take the dress”, Elizabeth offered.

“Yes, its yours now”, Grace agreed.

Jenna undid the dress from the old dress-model and tried it on. It fit her perfectly. The two girls smiled and slowly began to dissappear right in front of her eyes. Jenna knew that they had been waiting for the return of their Papa and now that they knew he was never coming back to the house, it was time for them too, to go.

She heard a very distant whisper, very faint.

“Enjoy Jenna and thank you”. Then there was silence.

(c) rochelle moore 2002