into the green timeworn chair,
hugged by her own depression,
formfitting after years of silent support.
She settles in to listen
to whispering memories-
turns off the hearing aid to amplify
the stories lying gentle on her heart.
In the late afternoon sun
dangling prisms shoot rainbows on the rug.
Her head nods easy to the left-
a little sleep lifting the heaviness of time.
Into this peaceful pool
the boisterous noise of two small boys
bound slashing…they erupt-
the future!
Unselfconscious and alive,
They wake her and she comes to
without irritation or surprise,
but gracefully…simply opening her eyes.
She welcomes them and watches
with wrinkled lips smoothed by a smile
as her walker
becomes a race car
or a sleek lightening-fast spaceship to the stars,
and her cane
becomes the throttle
empowering their flight.
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