So much to love in this extra ordinary life of Nana. I'm sure she had many stories to tell. I hope there were listeners. Your mothers act of giving her a cooked meal, her way of loving, sits with me. Much enjoyed Ray. I'm reading more here lately, and the GEMS!
(I liked it, Ray! Reminds me of my 90 year old great Irish aunt who lived in our packed house and would frustrate my mom to no end with her snippy Irish reviews of meals 😀;
My haiku is a play on the prayer to Michael the Archangel).
Amazing! I was in the kitchen with you , living this , feeling the frustration of your Mother as she tries to care for your Nana ( her mother I think with her frustration? ( takes one to know one 🥺)) as her mental state deteriorates . Then the supportive intervention as Dad copes in his way with life too . Oh the family bonds that bind so tightly they cut deep. A beautifully tragic scene
What stayed with me most was how gently you allowed memory to unfold through ordinary moments. By the time the empty chair appeared, it already carried an entire lifetime. The final image of the angel on the wall felt less like an ending than a quiet continuation. Beautifully restrained.
Love the stillness and quiet of the end, the touch of an angel. Beautiful, Ray!!!
Thanks nora!!!
Stirring up all sorts of feels and memories. Thanks, Brother Ray
thanks brother duke!
I love the Sweatman endings.
thanks, richard! I love 'em when they don't fight me.
Last stanza mastery, beauty x
Gracias, moty!
So much to love in this extra ordinary life of Nana. I'm sure she had many stories to tell. I hope there were listeners. Your mothers act of giving her a cooked meal, her way of loving, sits with me. Much enjoyed Ray. I'm reading more here lately, and the GEMS!
thamks a lot lily!
It's all there... the love, frustration, humor, grief, and the ending with its quiet and graceful image. <3
Thanks Petra!
<3
An Angel on the wall,
Protects Nana from a fall,
Casts into Hell evil.
(I liked it, Ray! Reminds me of my 90 year old great Irish aunt who lived in our packed house and would frustrate my mom to no end with her snippy Irish reviews of meals 😀;
My haiku is a play on the prayer to Michael the Archangel).
Amazing! I was in the kitchen with you , living this , feeling the frustration of your Mother as she tries to care for your Nana ( her mother I think with her frustration? ( takes one to know one 🥺)) as her mental state deteriorates . Then the supportive intervention as Dad copes in his way with life too . Oh the family bonds that bind so tightly they cut deep. A beautifully tragic scene
thanks for the kind words leonorra!
Tip o' the cap.
thanks jek!
What stayed with me most was how gently you allowed memory to unfold through ordinary moments. By the time the empty chair appeared, it already carried an entire lifetime. The final image of the angel on the wall felt less like an ending than a quiet continuation. Beautifully restrained.
Thanks for that close read and kind words, Antonio!
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