the tea is made.
as i wait for it to cool,
i tear paper,
the radio hums.
i check my phone,
the pile of paper amounts.
the tea cools,
and one by one, the paper slips into the pool,
some of them squeal as it hits their belly buttons,
shhhh, i say, you'll be all dry in no time,
with a nice tan to boot.
everyone will love you,
ink will adorn you,
and you'll travel to the most unlikely of places,
which are mostly unknown to me,
as i never get to see you again.
after you go.
is the hardest thing in life,
of that which you have come to know
those you have come to love.
it can be many things,
and i wanted to share with my readers,
that my darling dearest grandmother, who is now 95,
is at her weakest,
and soon i might have to say goodbye.
she is my greatest inspiration,
so often as I create,
i think of her and what she created,
as a seamstress,
a dedicated faithful wife,
her hand so soft,
i felt it today,
holding it in mine
watching her breath
c'est la vie, i said to a friend.
"Oui c'est la vie..mais la vie n'est pas toujours facile a vivre... surtout quand il faut dire adieu for now."
(Yes that's life .. but life is not always easy to live ... especially when we must say farewell for now.)
peach & teal,
just a few tears for now.
Edie, my darling Grannie. xoxox