Judy's flower garden 2021,cosmos photo by Janet Wyatt
Another snow. This time the cars
rush by fast. We use space heaters
and our woodstove to keep warm.
I lay awake for hours, then slept
hard four more. The light behind
the window curtains is bright orange.
I remember then and dive in now.
I scrambled to think of a supper
we both like. A sweet potato for
me; fried potatoes for Tim, and
omelet for us both. Sometimes
I can’t stay awake, and other
times I can’t sleep. But my mind
does pretty well mostly. And I’m
loved. How terrible it would be
if I weren’t loved. I have my
limits, but I do okay. Let it be
what it is. I still flourish one
way or another. And those who
love me, grieve for me, and
then I grieve, too.
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