A DAY FOR SOME WRITING

I know it isn't the regular on-line poetry day, but this morning I was struck with these words all of a sudden so I had to write them down. Maybe I can call this Prose Wednesday?

FROM THE INSIDE OUT

Where, in the throes of this daily confusion can I find answers

As I sit here in my rocker on this wide veranda with others who are mute strangers,

An Afghan on my lap?

Here at this place where I don't really live, a building foreign to me,

Full of thriving, uniformed beings running to and fro like an ant colony,

Each with a purpose that has some sort of end somewhere,

Some short-term goal.

My mind puzzles - is this my home?

They tell me it's my home now, but I know it isn't. Why do they tell me that?

Where are my familiar belongings? Where is the soft, tattered chair near the window

Which had become my favorite place over the years? My security corner?

Where are the precious little shelf items - the glass owl, the set of dainty teacups,

A gift from my own mother long ago?

My mother?

Where is she? Do I hear her calling me to come in from chasing fireflies

In the twilight with my small friends?

Do I detect the delicious scent of her cooking wafting on the gentle breeze,

Or is it an imagined dream floating briefly through my mind's cobwebs?

Did I even have breakfast yet?

The warm rays of the sun splashing over my arms are lulling me to nap.

It seems I nap a lot lately.

The sunshine envelopes me and takes away the permanent chills I feel constantly now.

My nap takes me to a dreamy place where there is a soft cat snuggling on my lap,

Purring and kneading as I stroke her silky fur.

I don't think it was too long ago. It seems like only yesterday that I sat in my favorite chair by the window

In my warm, secure home, as the stresses of life permanently left me,

And I could finally transfer them on to my son, my daughter. And my dear husband of so many years.

My husband?

They told me he left because it was his time. What time is that? I don't understand.

He said he would always care for me, protect me. Where did he go?

Now who is this person, unfamiliar to me - have I seen her before - speaking loudly near my ear,

Telling me I must come to dinner?

Go away. I'm not hungry. Why are you always taking me to dinner?

I just want to nap in the warm sun.

Go, I'll be along soon.

I want to sit here awhile longer in my chair by the window.

Welp, that's all for now folks. Work tomorrow, drawing class next day, be back in a few. Be safe and don't forget to stop and smell the rose. It may be wilted tomorrow. And Love yourself!