Reduced To Almost Nothing

Reduced To Almost Nothing

I like a place with light, my mother
always said even though her bedroom
didn’t have much, those last years trapped
in a hospital bed sometimes. The bed’s my security
blanket, she’d say when things got really bad.
She and my dad now share space on the dresser
in their urns, reduced to almost nothing.
Sometimes I sit on the bed, the one my
mother did not move from very often, and I
watch the play of shadow and sun, and I don’t
mind that it’s so dark because sometimes
I get sick of looking at everything so clearly.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"It's easy to fool the eye but it's hard to fool the heart."
Al Pacino

Cocktail Hour
Drinking novel suggestion: Hairstyles of the Damned Joe Meno

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!