A gray-haired gentleman hangs onto specs, lap cradling his morning paper, trailer canopy handy when 32 C visits your site. Flowerpots sprinkle the rental lot, Impatiens and Gladiolas managing his view, Muffins asleep at his feet, Ida on the sofa, Alzheimer's taking root. On the swings nearby children are singing Old MacDonald saw a moose, verses changed voices laughing and carrying on. A smile warms his lined face, remembers canoeing with friends, family holidays, long walks with his wife, kids now living in faraway spaces. His wooden sign sums it up, provides a finale for neighbours keeping an eye out---Ida, John and Muffins.
My wife, Esther and I really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.