My life was
molded by her sight. It was she who showed me the wonders of the world in my own
backyard. We would sit on the grass beneath a plum tree and she would point out
all the wonderful things nature provides for us. I stared into her beautiful eyes
that even way back then bothered her. I grew and with her help I learned to
read never knowing at that time someday I would read to her. I became a man and
she grew older, yet always showing me something she felt I should see. She is
up in years now, as am I although she laughs at me saying that. We sit, and I
hold her frail hand in mine helping her to see what my eyes are seeing. I often
take her outside where the cool wind brushes across her face as she smiles at what
are now just sweet memories. I ask her if she wants to go back inside and she says,
“Not quite yet, I want to feel the sunset.”Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Feel the words
My life was
molded by her sight. It was she who showed me the wonders of the world in my own
backyard. We would sit on the grass beneath a plum tree and she would point out
all the wonderful things nature provides for us. I stared into her beautiful eyes
that even way back then bothered her. I grew and with her help I learned to
read never knowing at that time someday I would read to her. I became a man and
she grew older, yet always showing me something she felt I should see. She is
up in years now, as am I although she laughs at me saying that. We sit, and I
hold her frail hand in mine helping her to see what my eyes are seeing. I often
take her outside where the cool wind brushes across her face as she smiles at what
are now just sweet memories. I ask her if she wants to go back inside and she says,
“Not quite yet, I want to feel the sunset.”
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