At dVerse Poets Pub, De is hosting our quadrille. A quadrille is a poem of 44 words exactly, not including the title and usually includes a prompt word. Today the word is “echo”. this is my last post for awhile as my mother is not doing well and I am taking a hiatus away from dVerse Poets Pub. Blessings on all of you. I will be seeing you all again next month. http://dversepoets.com/2017/05/08/quadrille-32/
Room 214
the elderly woman sits in her wheelchair
looking out the window at the birds
on the birdfeeder.
her mind is filled with echoes and shadows
of years, times, and people past.
her daughter brushes her hair.
voices echo from other rooms.
she drifts asleep.
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May 08, 2017 @ 18:48:57
Ohhhhh. SO beautiful, Toni. Sending many prayers.
May 08, 2017 @ 19:09:40
Best wishes to you and your mother, Toni. Nice description of you combing her hair while her mind is filled with echos and shadows of the past.
May 08, 2017 @ 19:17:36
Heart wrenching and gripping, Toni! I’ve seen this scene too many times and you have captured the very essence of that echo! Spectacular!
May 08, 2017 @ 19:48:54
So poignant, and so much captured in these few words. I’m sorry to hear about your mother. My thoughts are with you.
May 08, 2017 @ 20:18:57
Tears. How many times I’ve seen this scene replayed. God bless you and Mama and all the mothers who are there in such situations.
May 08, 2017 @ 20:43:11
Well captured
May 08, 2017 @ 20:56:47
tenderness in the lines Toni, so much tenderness!
May 08, 2017 @ 21:04:36
I agree with Singledust. there is tenderness in these lines. A lovely quadrille.
May 08, 2017 @ 21:58:48
Beautifully tender and deep❤️
May 08, 2017 @ 23:47:21
I have been through this sadness. Beautiful writing, Toni.
May 09, 2017 @ 00:19:35
Just lovely. We’ll welcome you back.
May 09, 2017 @ 00:35:02
And hopefully she knows how blessed she is to feel the presence of her daughter…. so sad when only echoes are alive
May 09, 2017 @ 11:51:39
I am sorry your mom is ill. Her thought echoing from the past are a beautiful reminder. That she has you and them is a saving grace at that moment.
May 09, 2017 @ 11:55:14
You brushing her hair is such a sensory echo from when she was a little girl and her mother brushed her hair – sending love to you both Toni xxx
May 09, 2017 @ 12:00:13
Yes, echoes and shadows, and the whispers of time passing, sometimes are loud in our hearts. You have captured the feelings. ❤
May 09, 2017 @ 15:07:15
Brushing the hair. One of the last things we can do. So tender.
May 09, 2017 @ 18:36:37
Love how the echoes are different for the old woman, and the daughter ~ A tender gesture, but speaks volume ~
May 09, 2017 @ 20:28:40
Tender capture of a moment. Echoes of time passing in circles.
Prayers for your mother and you, Toni.