Losing You

Walking away is the best I can do as you cry yourself to sleep at 4:42pm. For all you know it’s morning, as you have the last few months at this time. You are confused, but you don’t know why, you are incorrigible, nothing will help the situation, thus is the reason I must step…

Coloring Outside the Lines

You are a child of five years, reverting back to 1924. Your hair white with age, the same style as when your father cut it, as you have shown me in old photographs. Your sense of wonder is that of your youth, curious about every written word and repetitive verbiage you hear. But not just…

Adventures with Grandma

It’s with enthusiasm she scoots to the edge, her legs dangling inches from the pavement. She grabs her cane and prepares her frail bones to lift all four foot ten of herself out of the car; determined to stand on her own out in the wind and snow. She is driven and unprepared for what…