Somewhere in the Desk a Memory Lies


countingducks

Her dad is eighty eight,  not in the best of health . There is no choice: he must go to a home. The daughter is worried but her day is filled with work and battling through the grind of middle age. She has her own family now: somehow they must come first. It is the new order were the old are  children once again, with little to hold but  memories and a cup of tea. Life must rush by, thats all we understand. We cannot let our problems hold us back.  This is all  she needs , but somehow she must find the time to  settle his affairs. Her father has no power now. He lives  a guest in his own life, smiling at a world he can no longer  influence or understand. Most of those who loved him are long gone. He used to dance he tells the nurse as she settles him in  bed. She smiles kindly in a busy way. Pleasant…

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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4 Responses to Somewhere in the Desk a Memory Lies

  1. davidprosser says:

    Lumps in the throat are uncomfortable at my age. This was beautifully written Peter.
    Hugs

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  2. gotham girl says:

    Powerful on so many levels…

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  3. Nirodaigh says:

    ‘A guest in his own life’. Oh golly. Brings back memories of when my mother became ill. Very well written.

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