Laundry Day / Album 54
She looked behind her and saw her future,
the passions of her youth,
tempered by unspoken contracts signed. Somehow, the whole wide world ahead became pink and green floral wallpaper, dinner on the table by 5,
laundry on the line on Tuesdays,
pressed pillow cases and stacks of neatly folded diapers. Ever so slowly, the requisites of life took their place.
like leaves fell gently from the tree,
so quietly and calmly,
that not even she noticed
when they fell to the ground.
She Was Her Mother's Daughter
The roots of these women run deep,
straight through the rocky patch,
past the shiny shale, which so easily flakes into pieces, down to the rich, moist, dark, soil. The stuff of substance of sustenance, of that which carried them from one story to the next.
The Veil is Thin
They have never left.
The sharp chill in the air,
the soft breeze brushing the cheek,
the faintest scent of lavender on a late spring day,
the swishing sound of an endless willow strand;
all reminders of enchantments felt, not seen.
Mothers and their mothers;
conservators of unconditional love.
Some missed the mark,
however, pure their heart’s intent.
sentinels, on the ready,
a whisper, a breeze, a scent away.
When we are most in need of reminders that we are loved. The veil is thin and they have never left.
A Grand Entrance
Difficult to remember, only a suggestion of a memory, life before illness, a faded spot on the wall slightly evident from a distance, the shrunken world which followed this house; half cocoon now. is there courage enough to step outside into the sun? among those who have been going about their lives, while i have waited, sitting here with my argumentative companions; hopefulness and hopelessness. Shall i put them both out of their misery and go out for a walk?
One person on the planet, a mirror of experience, a lifetime of push, pull,
A vacillating pendulum moved not by gravity, but by parental slights and petty jealousies. Then,
an expansion of the world; a bigger, more exciting, lonelier place. Sisters,
a soft place among strangers.
a shrinking of the world; parents take their leave,
last ones standing,
the best day of all,
hearts and colored paper, glitter and paint,
the promise of cupcakes and cookies
on the very same day.
A special valentine, made
for a special friend,
not one from the store, one made with a wish, the spark of something felt, but not quite understood.
He didn't notice,
but tossed it aside, with the others, the store bought ones,
and he left her for a cupcake.