North by Way of Southern Battlefields

[mfwilkie]

My father calls, says,
I can't breathe; home
is on the horizon.

Now it's Monday night, and
my parents phone. My mother
has a cold. Yet, they sound
young, younger than I ever
knew their laughter could be.

Five days to get from there
to here. Five days of knowing
they'd be parting. How she
managed their fragileness is
anybody's guess.

Four days later, Friday failed him.

[MichaelFirewalker]

lotta love here, woven through with just as much pain and respect----the spare, tight lines stand that pain and love like stark sentinels set against time, and never-Friday...

mick

[Ron Wallace (Scotshawk)]

"Stark" is a good word. Stark power, this touched me, Mags. "Mondays" - {Monday}? So good! Ron