Sunday, July 28, 2013

on ageing, loving & bones



When you come, I want potatoes and beans and bread and long naps that lead to visits with Aunt Mattie. 

When I hear Donnie Hathaway, I think of Auntie’s smile and the refuge I found in her childless arms. 

When you leave, I think how my bones respond slower and how much I look like her. I wonder if this longing, this ache is how she felt.








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16 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness. You've wrapped up so much here in a very small, but rich, package, LaTonya.

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  2. So much said in those few lines. Powerful and beautiful!

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  3. Thank you both. Sometimes, you need to look back.

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  4. So beautiful...I was moved to tears.

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  5. Like vital threads in your fabric of reality. Very beautiful.

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  6. Love this depth of reflection...very thoughtful,LaTonya :)x

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  7. So beautiful. Love this so much!

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  8. Yes, so beautiful. Both Auntie and niece lucky to have had each other.

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  9. Such thoughts as these strike at the heart!

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  10. When I was a child and particularly upset, I always ran to her. It's been 30 years and I miss her the same. Thank you.

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  11. My grandmother was this too me, LaTonya.
    You've said it well, we can identify.
    ..

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  12. I love our ancestors, how we connect to them and with them. The line about Donnie Hathaway? With me, it's my mom and Sinatra.

    Three movements in a short sonata, a song to life! Amy

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  13. Some bonds are simply beautiful refuge for life....

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