S. G. McAfee

S. G. McAfee

S. G. McAfee’s experience as a good barmaid, a good listener, and a good friend beckons you back to the seventies in Delaware County, Pennsylvania, to her hometown of Chester where she graduated from CHS and The Institute of Children’s Literature. She worked as a Fuller Brush girl, cab driver, cook, sales associate, factory worker, and bartender. Fascinated with the rhyming word she has been writing poetry since the age of eleven. Her hobbies include gardening, crocheting and writing. Now follow the intrigue. Become a fly on the wall. It is November, cold, and with a good Chance of Snow.

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    Chance of Snow

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    “Where’d we park?” Leora asks pulling a key from her jean’s pocket. “ The truck! Where’s the truck?”

    “Over there!” Sydney yells pointing to Crow’s pickup. Hector emerges from the club sending the girls into hiding. Needing ample leg room for her long limbs, Sydney slides immediately to the roomy oor laying her head on the bench seat facing Leora who keels over sideways. “Maybe his boss’s head exploded!”

    Hector scans the lot, steadfast, until three young girls smiling and giggling mistake him for a bouncer. It is all over. Chivalry holds the door then follows with a limp back inside.

    Leora turns o the radio rolling her window down to hear any approaching vehicles that might appear out of the fog. Sirens wail in the distance. Sydney climbs on the seat. “Whew! Momma!” She rolls down her window as Leora putters through the slushy mess to the intersection just in time as four police cars burst through the fog fish tailing into the shopping center’s parking lot.

    “Maybe his head did explode! AH-HA-HA!”

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    Windswept

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    Loss, forever changes you, forever. A piece of you, missing. It’s a given. You struggle not to accept nor reject but just to acknowledge, to wrap your mind around the permanent void; to make sense of the senseless, learning to breathe in pain to see through the tears.

    Losing two of her three children, S. G. McAfee knows the pain; the breaking heart, the emptiness of aching arms. Healing is on going. The scars are real, deep, permanent. As you seek shelter from an unfamiliar stormy sea of life may you find solace in Windswept.

    Ms McAfee has been writing the rhyming word since age eleven, apparent in “My Puppy” which gives insight to the innocence of a young mind while “Turkey Strut”, written three years later, playfully reflects her interpretation of a not-sodumb bird at Thanksgiving.

    Love abounds throughout this book of verse as in the poems Teas, Glisten, Meyou. The joys of Christmas can be found in just that Joy while A Silent Prayer conveys to the reader the power of bended knee. Mourning Glory, written five days after September 11th, 2001 tells of the attack on this great nation, under God.

    Windswept cross sections emotions, thus pulling heart strings, producing smiles, evoking tears. Sailing along life’s tumultuous journey may Windswept bring you calm seas and gentle winds. Know you are not alone.