after work,
I went to visit with Mama.
She ( at eighty years old)
has had an incredible amount of change
in her life over these last few months.
The rapid onset of dementia,
two moves of house,
and all the stress
that that brings,
to anyone.
I arrived at the
( assisted living ) home,
and found her in the living room.
When she saw me,
her eyes filled up with tears.
The big fat roll right down your face variety.
I suggested we went up so I could see
her new room.
We did,
and I chittered away about
work and family and bloved.
She talked about building her house,
church,
and her family.
Sometimes the room grew quiet
between sentences.
I let the silence sit.
Through the window,
I could hear the bells of the local chapel
ringing,
calling people to prayer.
I looked out the window
to the day beyond,
my thoughts drifting to what I
needed to do
when I finally got home.
Then quietly,
a small voice beside me.
* I like the ducks on your socks, Anna,*
* So do I Mama,* I said.
* So do I. *
Aw :) I think your visit must have made her day - and your snazzy socks!
ReplyDeleteShe's a very lucky lady having a such a caring daughter-in-law to pop in and see her. I know, if I were in her shoes, your visits would mean so much to me too.
In fact, they do. Your daily visits to my blog really make my day, treasure.
AML
Kess
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Hello my little ladybird :)
ReplyDeleteKess, thank you. For it all.
I REALLY loved your photos of dusk.
It was such an intuitive post, actually every day you amaze me
with how you keep it so fresh and new.
Like cotton sheets blowing on a washing line.
Lovely.
I laughed when I read the header,
as I thought it said
* Ducks, yesterday*
Guess I have ducks on my mind a lot today lol
AMl darling one,
Anna
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