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The word: Sun

Sunset

Out west a long time ago
traveling along a lonely road
high up in the mountains.

Late afternoon.
Almost dusk.
Cresting the mountain road.

A fiery red ball blinds the driver
who pulls over
to the side of the road,
and admires the sun
sinking slowly,
pulling all the colors
from the sky
until it was black.

The driver smiles.
She likes driving at night.
Soon, very soon
she will arrive at her destination.
She will be meeting her
first grandchild.

Sunrise

A three day visit comes to an end.
Three days of sitting,
of answering questions.
The same questions asked.
The same questions answered.
The same answers given each time.

Three days of rubbing lotion
on her mother’s arms
and on her mother’s legs,
on her mother’s feet.
Answering the same questions.

Three days of rubbing lotion
gently on her mother’s face,
her mother’s beautiful soft face.
And brushing her mother’s hair.
Answering the same questions.

The three day visit comes to an end.
A four hour drive ahead.
Quietly she whispers “I’’ll see you in five days.”
and kisses the cheek of her sleeping mother.
.
It is dark as she leaves her mother.
She likes driving in the dark.
Two hours before sunrise
she starts her car and drives away.

Two hours later
she is driving up the highway towards
the Gap in Maryland.
As she crests the gap through the mountain,
the sun peeks above the horizon.
It rises quickly
and she pulls over to the side of the road
and let the tears flow
as she admires the sun
as it paints the sky
in pinks and corals, then shades of blue.

She knows she will not be making this journey
much longer.

» Posted By Carol On July 18, 2018 @ 4:05 pm

The word: Serendipitous

Serendipitous

So there we were.
The two of us.
Running through the house,
looking for a game,
looking for something fun to do.

We spotted a ball attached to the end of a long, long string.
We leaned over and peered at it.
She picked it up and discovered
it wasn’t a ball attached to the end of a long, long string.

It was the end of a very long, long bridge,
stretching across a river
filled with very cold water.
The very cold water was filled
with little ducks with sharp teeth,
and alligators and trolls.

To get to the other side,
we had to cross the bridge.
A bridge so very narrow.
One foot on the string,
then the other,
with arms stretched straight out.
Don’t fall into the very cold water
filled with little ducks with sharp teeth,
and alligators and trolls.

Very slowly,
very carefully.
Keep your balance.
Don’t trip.
Don’t fall into the very cold water
filled with little ducks with sharp teeth,
and alligators and trolls.

Now go back.
Cross again, then a third time.
She, then me.
Five times, now ten.
Don’t fall into the very cold water
filled with little ducks with sharp teeth,
and alligators and trolls.

Giggling and laughing,
one foot, then the other,
carefully, carefully,
crossing the bridge so very narrow.
We didn’t fall into the very cold water
filled with little ducks with sharp teeth,
and alligators and trolls.

Ut oh, Grandpa joined and
he couldn’t keep his balance.
Down he went
into the very cold water
filled with little ducks with sharp teeth,
and alligators and trolls.

No more Grandpa,
no more bridge.
No more very cold water
filled with little ducks with sharp teeth,
and alligators and trolls.

We moved on,
looking for another adventure.
Let’s go to the park
or let’s go bury treasure.

» Posted By Carol On July 10, 2018 @ 11:41 am

The word: Dazzling

Dazzling

The curtain was about to rise.
She shook her body and closed her eyes.
Was she ready?
Could her voice hold steady?
Her dream was about to come true.

Trying to slow her breath,
she thought back.
It seemed like she always wanted to sing,
and she always wanted to dance.
She thought she would never get a chance.

She thought of all the practice,
learning to tap out one rhythm, then another.
Learning words to songs long ago from her mother.

She loved to shuffle and swirl and swing,
tap, ball change, and then sing.
She loved the feeling of it all
as she practiced in the studio hall.

Now here she was, at last,
about to step out on stage.
The music began as her son pulled the curtain across the doorway.

Then she gave a dazzling performance for her grandchildren
as they sat on the living room floor.

» Posted By Carol On May 15, 2018 @ 5:51 pm

The word: Chapter

We sit quietly,
in a darkened room,
a room large enough
for a bed and two chairs.

She in a reclining chair,
her body sunken down, almost hidden,
and her feet straight out
from the blanket hiding her legs.

I in a rocking chair,
rocking back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth.

Conversation is sparse,
disjointed,
quiet,
unnerving.

Her hands move along
the arms of the recliner.
Caressing?
Grasping?

Memories from one chapter of her life
mixed in with memories from another.
I try to follow the bits of memory she has
from the book of her life.

I rock back and forth,
back and forth.

She looks at a photo of my Dad and talks about her Dad.
She thinks I am her mother,
then my sister, then her sister.

I try to talk about today,
yesterday, tomorrow.

She becomes agitated
when she mentions that no one comes to visit her.
I check.

Her guest book is filled with names
of friends and family.
Family mostly
because most of her friends
are no longer alive.

Then we sit quietly,
she in the reclining chair,
I in the rocking chair.
rocking back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth.

» Posted By Carol On December 20, 2017 @ 7:34 am

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