Each time I drive past it

It just looks like it is asleep

Our old house

Nestled between two giants

looks sad, hollow, abandoned

I said to him — more than a few times

Either we move or we get a helium machine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2bk_9T482g

It is true…

Broke the jar a few times

Changed plans

Dreams diminished

Now we know

We didn’t need a helium tank at all

But only

Our little house by the lake

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Sometimes I wondered if they still loved each other

Because I had a skewed sense of what love is

What love means

Because we have been told of fireworks

And passion

And adventure

But love is far deeper than these things

Love is knowing that even when the brain tires

And the grey matter transforms into

white noise

still…

He reaches across

Touches her leg

She gently holds his hand

and in that moment he transforms from child

back to husband

partner

soul mate

of 59 years and 2 months

5 children

8 grandchildren

countless memories

He looks straight at me

blue eyes beaming

with conviction

and says

“I love her.”

I look back at him and say…

“I know you do Daddy.”

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Photo by Mariah Krafft on Unsplash

There is something that happens at the end of August

The fruit once vibrant in colour, scent, taste

Rescinds into itself and contracts with lack of nourishment — less sun, less warmth

The leaves begin to turn

Many leave the city trying to hold onto the last moments of summer but we know it is a fruitless pursuit

The fall is knocking and the silent carpet of winter is on the way

This is the time of year that my birthday lies

The waning days of summer reduce themselves to a pin prick and I hope that that little spot of light will once again explode into possibility

Waiting for blossom season again

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Dr Debbie Donsky

Dr Debbie Donsky

REFLECTIVE STANCE writer, thinker, drawer, painter, designer, mommy, teacher, leader, learner of all things debbiedonsky.com