Old Man

Playing cards or dominos, as we do every week, he slipped back into French, then could barely speak. His brain had grown too tired, and his body soon it followed. I know he is old and frail and today he cannot think, but it's a hurtful thing to see, and even harder to swallow. Doris … Continue reading Old Man

I Dream of Sleeping

I dream of sleeping, abed in a bed cozy with fluffy blankets and plenty of room for dreaming dreams, or perhaps not dreaming. I dream of sleeping, until all the cells of my mind and body are sated, plump with rest so once again I can be energetic, passionate and happy. D. Elaine Wood-Lane 2/9/17