Bio Note: We are finally getting a little rain after the hottest and driest July on record in the Lubbock area. It’s strange but so soothing to hear the song of rain. I hope this is the end of the drought. The farmers and ranchers desperately need the moisture.
Remembering They Were Here
It is not like my organized soul to leave the Star Wars quilts in their ruffled way. But those rumpled single beds are like a vase of handpicked wildflowers wilting on the dining room table. Those gentle hills and valleys are landscape where our grandsons tried to make their beds.
The Globe of Light
There is serenity in a globe of light playing gin with my wife. Then suddenly, a scene appears and I’m carried back almost fifty years to the breakfast nook where Grandma and Grandpa are playing gin. Coffee fragrance hangs like incense. Grandma’s hazel eyes are bright, the spark of laughter growing. Grandma turns her card face down, She already knows what Grandpa is going to say. waves of laughter shake her small frame, “Gin.” Grandpa sputters with shock, “We’ve only played four cards.” “I know,” she’s bouncing with delight. “Any monkey could play those cards!” Grandpa’s patent line and now mine when my wife turns her card face down.
©2022 Mark Weinrich
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