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.