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The Daily Prompt – June 6th – “I Never Thought I’d…”

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1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

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Finish the statement, “I never thought I’d…”

About Christopher Margolin

Chris Margolin spent more than a decade in Education as a high school English teacher, and is now an Instructional Coach for the Longview School District. He is also the founder of The Poetry Question, an online journal which focuses on reviews of small press poetry publications, and runs a regular series called "The Power of Poetry," where notable poets share their personal stories of how poetry has affected their lives. Margolin resides in Vancouver, Washington with his wife, and daughter.

7 comments on “The Daily Prompt – June 6th – “I Never Thought I’d…”

  1. The Running Son
    June 6, 2013

    “love your hard drive”

    I never thought I’d find computer love.
    I’ve made it to home base, without a glove.
    I hate drool-y online dater-fakes, see,
    but one rub of her ram–confirmation from above.

    I used to bop everything that looked at me,
    I used to pop anyone who dated via screen.
    I aint no mac-daddy or pimp, and certainly no dove,
    but verses the real thing? I’d rather fu*k a PC.

    RunningSon ♫

  2. Judy Margolin
    June 6, 2013

    I never thought I would be a survivor,
    a hero,
    one to be held to the highest esteem,
    I just want to be me

  3. katie
    June 6, 2013

    To make it as far as I have is amazing.
    sometimes I have to sit back and think of where I am and what I am doing here.
    so far from home but trying to change things in my life for the better.
    I have come so far and I am not backing down yet,
    I love what I do and what I have learned
    I never thought i would be here.

  4. Kenna Rose
    June 6, 2013

    The ride was as awkward as I had previously imagined it would be. The radio, turned once again to the country station I didn’t care for, wasn’t helping. At least I had the view; the sheer amount of the snow made all of our daily tasks so inconvenient and strenuous, but it also filled the valleys and covered the hills with a clean looking display of innocence. From within the warm car I enjoyed gazing at it, and watching it fall away behind, my mind and attitude fixed on pretending I was anywhere else.
    It was a week after Christmas, and the six feet of snow that bombarded my driveway had overstayed its welcome now for almost a fortnight. My parents had been in divorce proceedings and separated now for about a month. It was in an “act of kindness” that my father offered his 4-wheel drive to pick us up and drive us to and from work. It was embarrassing; my father, who got to act like a hero, enjoyed the game of being our only exit from our mountain home far too much. My mother, on the other hand, did not enjoy the humiliation of having to be dependent on the man who found a better life. As for me, I just didn’t enjoy the sheer awkwardness of the whole situation.
    This was such an issue in fact, that I had seen my mother apologize for it on multiple occasions. We lived thirteen miles out of town, and the snow reached our waist. My father had moved, thirteen miles out of the opposite end of town. The distance was no small feat, especially when running four adults back and forth to work. I remembered a previous trip, when it was all four of us in the car and my mom began to apologize. She told him how grateful she was, and she was so sorry he had to do this. She really wanted to do it on her own, she didn’t say that, but I knew.
    I watched her try and start the rusty generator, I watched her spin out in her little contour in an effort to drive to work, and I watched her, with bowed head ask my father to help us out. Pride is a very real thing, and it is very potent for the newly divorced.
    In that previous trip, I watched my mom cry. I swelled with pride as my dad comforted her, and told her it wasn’t her fault. He knew she would do it on her own if she could. He said he was happy to help, we were still his family and he would do anything that was needed. This was my dad, an upstanding guy, who comforted my mom, and soothed her shame and worry, assuring her he knew none of this was her intent. How could it be? My mom, as much as I believe in her abilities, cannot summon the snow.
    It was on this that ride the day before that I was reflecting, as my father was driving me home from work. We had been sitting quietly, since I was not sure how to act around him when finally he broke the silence.
    “We need to talk about your mom,” I was startled at the declaration, and uncomfortable. It was their place to discuss things about one another, not me, not the daughter.
    “No we don’t,” Was all I could respond as I pressed closer to the car door, as if that would get me out.
    “Yes we do. You can’t ignore it, even if she is your mom,” His tone had turned harsh and cold. I didn’t want to hear it. I wanted to cover my ears and turn away.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Her dependency. Your mom is trying to be dependent on me. Look at all the favors she’s asking me to do. She could stay home from work, she could start the generator, she’s faking it. She needs to let go. I’m doing this because you are my kids and I would do anything for you,” There it was. My father’s true nature, this backstabbing, and manipulative exclamation, made my stomach sink and skin rise.
    “No she is NOT! She is trying! The generator is too hard for her to pull; my brother can’t even do it. You heard her apologize she doesn’t want this!”
    “You’re just blinded because you are her daughter. She is lying, and purposely trying to be dependent on me,” This was the same man, who had comforted my mom about the same fears. He had told her it wasn’t her fault, and he knew she was trying. He had, ever so coyly manipulated a false trust from her, and now he meant to use it for his own gain.
    I never thought I could lose my love for a parent, but as I sat there, I realized I had. Genetics to not excuse cruelty, and as he sat there trying to turn my heart against my mother, my heart turned stone against him. I wasn’t sure how it happened, how could someone, you used to place so high, fall so low.

  5. Dave
    June 6, 2013

    I never thought I’d get over my father’s death.
    Turns out I was right.

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  7. Genevieve Cammer
    June 17, 2013

    I was home alone with nothing to do, so I read my mother’s women’s magazine. I flipped to a page with an interview with Kristen Stewart, where I learned a few things about her and a lot about myself. I learned that she cussed a lot, knew a lot of famous literature, and her life was very different from mine. She said she liked acting because her life had always been nice, pretty and easy. I was shocked at this because I cannot remember a time when my life was pretty, nice and easy. Recently I had been feeling sorry for myself, because my life wasn’t like that, but when I saw it printed on a page I changed my mind. I realized I didn’t want my lilfe to be easy, because I enjoyed being challenged. Even more than that, I would never have been as strong a person as I am today if my life was easy. I never thought I would be thankful for obstacles in my life.

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