a kitchen rag, neglected, stiff,
dry as dust, hangs from a rusty
nail in the laundry room
because they forget to remove
it, it has become a part of the
landscape of their lives
this has her mother worried
we hold each others gaze
I memorize her face
while changing her clothes
her hair is unkempt, in swatch’s
radiation tattoos dot her left side
pancreatic cancer – hereditary – is
taking her away… too
sixty-four years old, stick thin
legs as fragile as her memory
my mother – suddenly my charge
her dry turquoise eyes dart back
and forth, searching, she’s anxious,
“my doll? my favorite doll!”
(hiding in the recesses of her mind)
hospice mentioned she may regress
I cry softly when it happens
her voice… high and small
“if we were sisters we would fight over dolls…”
my voice… soothing
“mmm and you have the best dolls don’t you, Beverly?”
she sighs… slowly smiles… “thank you mama”
my turquoise eyes
dart back and forth
© 2003 lMc
I have two landscape photos from my archives. It’s amazing how many ‘lost’ pictures are ‘discovered’ in files and boxes, as well as undeveloped film in canisters tossed aside in drawers.
I love photographic perspective in desert scenes, you can pretty much go anywhere with filters etc. to create a mood from any era. The shot directly below is from a trip I took to Arizona more than fifteen years ago with one of my daughters who was looking at schools for her Masters program.
The road between us felt lonely and stretched out, Although we had been in daily close contact, time away at St Johns College in Santa Fe grew her in ways we both didn’t quite understand.
We were silently trying to gain perspective on what our lives and futures were going to look like as mother and daughter and friends…together and apart.
In our valley there is a small lake next the Colorado River. Our family likes to explore, fish, watch duck fights and wave at rafters floating past When the sun sets behind the hills the entire area lights up like a flame!
Has it been that many decades since this same daughter I am traveling alongside in the story above was this tiny golden-haired nugget (below) illuminated by the brilliant setting sun?
joy ~ caliroe © lMc