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Post by Laura Stone on Jan 13, 2008 23:14:18 GMT -5
A Day of Hats
She rang today, excited to tell me of the new hats; her new haircut; Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy has no hair.
She pulled her long locks into little ponytails all over her head; one by one snipped each off, seven inches at a time, until nothing was left but the nubs of rubber bands.
Her voice was raspy; tired, a tired I’d never heard before. She told me about the little pill she had to swallow; she put it in her oatmeal, then in a chocolate chip cookie; said I’d be proud of her that she got it down.
She had her head shaved today; I wish I could paint butterflies on top it, a Monarch perhaps, or a Swallowtail; anything, as long as their colors could be beautiful like her.
She couldn’t remember the things she was saying; I told her to send pictures of her wearing all her new hats. She told me she loved me; I told her back.
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Jan 14, 2008 6:28:50 GMT -5
and now I am. Godspeed for her recovery.
Sherry
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Post by Tina (Firefly) on Jan 14, 2008 10:32:03 GMT -5
Very touching and well written, Laura. I have two friends who are going through similar journeys and it breaks my heart. Your inclusion of "Fuzzy Wuzzy" is particularly moving and a surprise which truly invites the reader into all that follows. Prayers are sent forth.. Tina
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Post by johnnysaturn on Jan 14, 2008 11:55:50 GMT -5
I found this deeply poignant and also finely written; the fourth verse really hits home.However, from a technical perspective, and distancing myself from the deeply heartfelt nature of the piece, the very last three lines did strike me as somewhat anti-climactic and flat.
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Jan 14, 2008 15:54:53 GMT -5
Very well delivered, Laura, with the bombast of emotion that so often accompanies personal pieces. It makes the poignancy more real. You got me.
David
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Post by Laura Stone on Jan 14, 2008 21:29:47 GMT -5
Thank you all. I seem to be writing about this quite a bit. Perhaps it's my way of detaching some of my own emotion about it. Thank you for the prayers; she is a light to us all; to her husband and 8 year old daughter. Revised a bit, and thanks to John for the suggestion about the ending. Lopped off what was already obvious. Perhaps this goes a bit better now.
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