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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
My Eyes"The sunrise is my favorite part of my day," he said, setting his hand lightly on mine. "New chances look like sunrises."
"What does a sunrise look like?" I asked quietly.
For a moment, I thought the only answer I was going to get was his silence, but finally he replied, sounding like he was struggling a bit. "It's blue with pink and purple streaks and a little tiny yellow ball just coming into view."
"What does purple look like?" Purple had sounded the most appealing out all of them; it felt nice when I said it. I wondered what it looked like to see it.
"Well Right now there are two different purples. One looks well one looks royal. It's something majestic that a queen or king would wear. It's noble. The other is soft and muted. It looks quiet, almost like its understated and overlooked but it's beautiful because it looks so friendly."
"This pink looks how a flower feels," he answered, sounding a bit more confident, and I heard a rustle as he picked up
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