When I was young, I wanted to be her. I would sit on the floor of her closet, dreaming of the day I would have beautiful dresses and matching shoes. She taught me to sew. She was kind to my friends. She took care of us and loved us and seemed to expect nothing in return. I never realized how much I was learning just by being near to her.
When I was a new mom, she was my greatest support. With words and actions, she made me believe I was doing a great job.
As the years passed, we became friends. We would talk on the phone, meet for coffee, catch a moment here and there. I trusted her and deep in my gut, I knew how much she loved me.
She doesn’t remember those days, those years. She doesn’t see me as her daughter. But she seems to know I am a person who will take care of her so we go off for a cup of coffee. We sit quietly with our cups. Conversation is too difficult. But she still inspires me. And I am so thankful for what I have learned from her.
I spend too much time thinking about writing and not enough time actually writing.
The stories swirl around in my head like bits and pieces of flotsam in the sea. At times they float just on the surface but then crash around like the waves hitting the sand. And before I can brace myself, they are gone.
Last year I committed to write. And I did, for a brief time. I had a lovely notebook that turned out to be too big. I had a pen that flowed across the page, but it was too often left at the bottom of my bag.
There are a few stories, recorded on a now unused blog. They too were in danger of floating away.
I want to preserve these stories, these memories. So I am returning to another format, one that might be more comfortable.
There is new ink in my printer. The first pages are printed. I pulled out my paper and tape and added just a few embellishments, just enough.
It is a new start.
The last July Prompt – Preserve
August prompt link can be found on my sidebar.
to give forth or produce
to give up or over; relinquish or resign, to surrender or submit
Here I am, yielding to the list, the things that must be done.
Here I am making sure I get the most yield from my time,
even my produce.
Here I am surrendering and submitting yet not feeling resigned.
I have not puzzled over a word in too long.
Here I am, yielding to the challenge of language.
Writing with prompts – just one more day for the July list