Too Many Voices

Too Many Voices

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By BR Chitwood

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I yap a lot because I have a lot to yap about – too many voices coming at me in staccato rhythm, someone grabbing me and taking me to play in a pool of blue water (and I actually like this time of the day). Still, it seems so much time is spent on me…all my Mommy and Daddy need to do is patiently allow me to cry at times, laugh at times, poop at times and, of course, change me when they sense a strange smell.

Why can’t they just let me be to do what I want to do at the moment? Well, that’s kind of silly because I am just a baby, exploring every inch of space, checking out everything that comes to my view, exploring, you might say. I have to be fed at certain points in time, bathed at other points in time, dressed and cooed at incessantly, put to crib-bed at a certain hour, and tasks built around me, I must say, are handled in a well-coordinated way.

My Grandpa and Grandma really fuss over me, but not in a doting way – a careful, loving way. My Great Grandma is a joy to be around because she seems to know what these early stages of me are all about. She loves me most tenderly and I think she will be in my growing years for some time.

My body is getting bigger with each passing day, and I’m learning so much from those who love me. One day, I want to make all this wonderful family of mine very proud…it’s just a seed right now, but I can sense where it’s taking me: to a place all who love me will be abundantly pleased…

I don’t know much about those kids who don’t have the love and attention I have every day, but I will learn more with each 24-hour cycle, and my wonderful parents and their wonderful parents will hopefully watch me learn about life and see me always putting my energy and wisdom to the aid of our great country and its people…

Now, it’s time for my afternoon nap.

I’ll talk to you more as the days, weeks, months, and years pass, and I shall never forget the love and sharing that will make me what I am to be.

My name is Owen Orchowski, American born and bred, and Terribly Proud of It!

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BR Chitwood – May 19, 2022

https://www.brchitwood.com

All my writing is at this site: 20 books (with cover pics and synopses}, 500 blog posts, Short Stories, Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Songs. Please, feel free to browse…

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Author: Website: http://brchitwood.com - B R Chitwood - My Mission: Writing to Discover Me

I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul. I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1 Writing for me is therapy for the soul. Website: https://billyraychitwood.com

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