Drawing Flowers for Gramma Jo

jacobts (65)in #family • 8 years ago (edited)

Even if only for a passing morning, another day is blessed to see you. As I turned in late last night, I heard you get up early. As I fell asleep the sounds of a kitchen alive with your slippers at the kettle on the stove. I dreamt of the same place I dream of every night. The mexican restaurant. The clay walls. Your sisters voice, Aunt Mary near by. In the morning I kissed you on the cheek and said I love you. You asked if I was going somewhere. I said I was going to work. You said ok, make sure to take the garbage out. I did.

I walked to the gas station for a coffee. A two mile meditation just to clear my head. The computer screens do not always cooperate. The city shovels tore up the ice across the street. Patience wins the day. I went inside when done.

We sat and looked at family photos. I showed you your great grandchildren. You said they were good looking boys and girls then got up to take a nap. I closed the tablet and picked up the pad of paper. I drew the flowers my cousin gave you. They love you. You woke up and mopped the floor, then sat down for some peas. I ate my beans. You went back to bed. I love you.