Sunday, August 7, 2016
The Phone Rang - C'mon over said my sister Lynn - Mom's Pre-Birthday Celebration No. 94 - Poem: All Hearts Turn Toward Breakfast
Nicole wasn't gonna come as there was a Nursing Moms event at Masons Mill Park. I saw the colorful tents when I drove by on the way to Mom's.
Mom! Mom! Dyou realize what a pleasure it is to say that word?
Grace Catherine grabbed my purple Nikon and took most of the 49 photos. Here are a selection.
He put it back on the shelf.
The kids were running around elsewhere and my mom asks to repeat things since she can't hear too well.
OMG.... you should read what happened yesterday to one of the athletes.... he broke his back.... the sound was like the loudest crack of a whip.
We all agreed that Grace's face had changed. She's either 5 or 6.
ALL HEARTS TURN TOWARD BREAKFAST
"Station Eleven," an award-winning
book is lying atop my knees, the
pages diminishing with every whir
of the ceiling fan
All of earth is in danger. A
strange virus, The Georgia Flu
kills quickly. People lie dead
in their cars, on airplanes in
the runway, and in synagogue
gift shops where Mrs. Ehrlich
has just crashed to the floor
holding a fancy menorah in her hand.
The reader of this book is going
quietly insane, like its char-
acters who either figure it out
I'm breathing deeply especially
when I read about the young girl
whose run out of her Effexor. She
goes round the airport asking every
single person Do you have any? Then
collapses on a bench with w/drawal
symptoms worse than heron, as the
black people call it.
To save myself, I dream of breakfast.
Cracking the eggs, buttering the pan,