Monday, January 24, 2011

a river of stones #24

ASSISTED LIVING, the Golden Years

I watched from the doorway as the nurse pushed Mom in her wheelchair, through the hallway towards the dining room. Then I noticed him, again. The tall dapper old gentleman with the gold knobbed cane. He paused and watched Mom until she was seated in her chair at the ladies round table, then gave a big smile, tipped his hat and walked on to the elevator.

bird of paradise
how clever
is his dance

1/24/2011 Stevie



2 comments:

Gemma Wiseman said...

Love both the prose and the poetic stone! How delightfully they complement each other!

Stevie said...

@Greyscale Territory, Thank you for your lovely comment!