Each month, write a new collection.
New Housepush the front doorit swings freewith no soundthe smell ofnew carpetassaults youwith a hintof new painton the wallswalk up the stairsstopping on thelanding, look downthe living roomis cavernous withits vaulted ceilinglook out themaster bedroom windowat the backyardbare dirt withthe posts ofthe new fencethe rails andfencing stackedin pilesdownstairs pull thetape off of thesliding doorsflip the kitchenlight on then offrun the sink waterclick the front doortwist the handle, push inwalk to the curbdrop the keysinto the newowner's hand
Okay that's a satisfying feeling and you totally gave it to us!
Stroke number three by middle ageLeft arm amputatedDepressed and bedbound latelyShe acquiesced to rehab plan.I met her at the bedsideSelf doubting and dependent.High assist in all self careUnsure of life ahead.With wheelchair locked and steadiedShe climbed out of bedI reminded her to dress againWith her one strong hand.Laboring passage to the sinkSurprised by mirror frightI helped tease her hair back to its styleLipstick sparked a shift.She agreed to meet againTo consider what to doWhat is worth the effort In a foreign body.I encouraged her, rememberThe many skills you knowConversation began to flow Rappor began to grow.She said the house was uncontrolledDaughter’s visits she declinedShe said her favorite pastimeWas ebay shopping time.I said that’s a great pastime,That you could still do.Her mood began to brightenTectonic shift ensued.Independence blossomed now asHer ebay idea formedA home visit to prepare was setBut I was unprepared.Hoarded barricades everywhereWaited for an ebay homeNo wonder she had stayed in bedShe’d change this time, she said.We worked to clear out access Practiced safe passage throughout Marked boxes to be cleared awayMarked boxes for ebay.She did achieve transition homeCelebrated by her daughter.Determined for a habit change For no hospital return.Perhaps your ebay order came From this new tycoon.
Yes! Absolutely what you should writing about. YES YES YES
It's When...My heart disengagesAnd shatters,Thats the time,When I get to fall in love againWith anotherOr the same one.It's fun Working with GodA special Arts and Crafts timeAs we take the glass pieces,In their bruised colors, Add glue, and paint Along with a baseTo create a mosaicOf a boy or man's face...
I agree with Jeanne. Great images!
This is really nice. Beautiful images and just the right feel.
Thank u J