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By redplasticroses Date: 2005 Apr 12 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.12.02.25.26402]] |
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Once she was the queen of the ball a blushing bride mother of five adored by everyone Now, no longer sure of her name she lives in a home confined to a wheel chair Day after day she sits by the window and waits for the sun to go down until God calls her name Usually she is content to stay inside but there are times she cries until someone takes her outside for a walk often in inclement weather She sat staring out the window mumbling to herself about loving the musty scent of damp earth after the rain especially when the sun appeared to turn on the steam... oh yes, the way the sultry summer nights forced sweat from her pores and droplets ran from her forehead down her cheeks rolling slowly down her neck and ever so gently found their way to her cleavage and her breasts gentle, like a lover's touch ... yes, the damp earth after a rain especially at this age helps her remember love She turns to look at me her steel gray eyes glazed with her tears appear translucent I choke back my own Her eyes fix on the horizon "Why, I can still see him that night in July after the storm blew over...... it was hot, steamy hot and the damp earth scented the air musty and sensuous almost hard to breathe and there he was... standing there in dress trousers a pale blue starched shirt with cufflinks a pack of Lucky Strike in his shirt pocket his hair well groomed with Brillcream not saying a word just smiling at me smiling with his silly grin God, he is handsome... I see him leaning on his father's new red Studebaker shouting to the moon that we're in love asking me if I will love him forever You know I will, you silly boy I love you now And for always Michael Terence Clancy I love you! I - LOVE - YOU!" she shouts loudly Then turns to look at me embarrassed her emotions got away from her Tears pour down her cheeks And into her mouth She wipes them away with her hands Her lips quiver "I'll bet you think I'm an old foolish woman don't you?" "I'll bet you think I don't know anything!" And then she sobs...... "I don't even know my name....... I don't know it, I don't know anything!" Her body shakes she sobs uncontrollably I see flashes of myself in old age thirty years from now I grab her hand and squeeze it "Mrs. Michael Terence Clancy, it's done raining the sun is about to come out would you like to go for a walk?" She lifts her tear-stained face and nods as our eyes meet "Good, I'll push you close your eyes inhale and remember everything about the love you still have.... the love I hope to find." Jmt (c) 2005 |