Life, Surrendered
She stands now before the persistent wind that blows across the heated fields. A story in exactly 50 words
Life, Surrendered
She’s come back here now,
but everyone and everything are gone,
the family home, an empty frame.
No more days of tending animals,
digging up turnips,
shoveling snow,
washing overalls.
She stands now before the persistent wind
that blows across the heated fields,
listening,
breathing in the fragrance of grass.
Thank you to John Lightle, photographer par excellence, for the top photo.
I love your 50 word stories, Sharron. You somehow manage to capture so much emotion in just a few words. Did your Mom return to her home or is this how you would have imagined it?
I really like this one, Sharron! I think of going "home". But I know that all has changed, and that the memory of home is probably better that the reality of trying to recapture it. Only the nature of the place remains.