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.
Oh my goodness. You've wrapped up so much here in a very small, but rich, package, LaTonya.
ReplyDeleteSo much said in those few lines. Powerful and beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you both. Sometimes, you need to look back.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful...I was moved to tears.
ReplyDeleteCrying is okay. Thank you.
DeleteLike vital threads in your fabric of reality. Very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove this depth of reflection...very thoughtful,LaTonya :)x
ReplyDeleteOh, how touching. Wow!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. Love this so much!
ReplyDeleteYes, so beautiful. Both Auntie and niece lucky to have had each other.
ReplyDeleteSuch thoughts as these strike at the heart!
ReplyDeleteWhen 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.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother was this too me, LaTonya.
ReplyDeleteYou've said it well, we can identify.
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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.
ReplyDeleteThree movements in a short sonata, a song to life! Amy
Some bonds are simply beautiful refuge for life....
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