For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #109
mingle, woven, rope, daughter, splash, burning,
daffodils, calendar, jays, branch, yours, first
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #297
spiral, saints, run, life, list, lace,
settle, sum, prayer, itch, sing, chip
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #351
Daffodils, like saints, seem to softly pray,
singing of splashed golden sunlight woven
through tree branches on daughter’s
calendar, where Jays spiral down to mingle,
then settle amidst this lacy display.
She wants to run through her list
of things to do that might make my
life a bit easier, while I have burning
itch to chip away at her summing up
of my preferred alone existence.
Point to her ‘all for my good’ suggestions,
and say clearly, “Your first item is simply
impossible.” Throwing her a bit of rope,
swiftly point to final one, and mutter,
“That might be a maybe.”
Elizabeth Crawford 4/30/2017
Notes: Pure fiction. But, with my curtailed physical abilities, I imagine the conversation will come some time in the future. Not with my daughter, but with my sister. Remember how carefully we approached my Mother when it came time to do the same. Sister would probably approach me as if I’m some sort of wild mother grizzly. Only hope, I can be as civil as this piece suggests, lol. And know I will feel blue for a few days, because the challenge has come to an end.
Image is a photograph of sunlight, sand beach, and moving water, put through the kaleidoscope app. It was as close as I could get to that first stanza. I did use all of the words.