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The Hymns of Granny Madeline “It’s bath time, Madeline,” Frederick said. He wrapped an arm under his grandmother’s armpit, around her back, and started to lift her up from the chair. She looked at him with a scrunched brow.
“Bath?” she said. “No, I don’t need a bath.”
“Of course you do,” he said. “It’s eight o’clock. Eight o’clock is when you have your nightly bath.”
Now on her feet, she still held onto his sleeve for support. “Is it?”
“Yes, it is,” he said. “Now come on, I’ll help you.” Slowly, he walked her to the bathroom. He’d already brought in her CD player, and a towel was draped o
Reflections of You1978, Part I
Yellow leaves, sweet air, soft rain.
A flash of blue caught my eye. Looking back, I glimpsed you holding a book aloft to shield yourself from the wet as your rounded the corner. The next moment I found myself standing face to face with you under the eaves of the local bread shop as you waited for the light signal to turn. Without thinking I extended my brolly toward you. You hesitated, then accepted it with a shy smile that made my whole body feel warm despite the weather. With a quick nod of your head, you hurried across the street with my umbrella protecting you. I turned around and walked the other way, letting other things occupy my mind.
I should have realized then and there that you were the only thing that ever mattered.
1978, Part II
Coloured lights, nippy wind, crunching snow.
I felt a nudge on the arm and turned around to see you cradling a package in your arms.
Happy Christmas, you murmured with a meek smile. I felt an oddly familiar w
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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