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March 2018 Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOLSC).
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, every day for thirty-one days.
A big thank you to Two Writing Teachers for providing this unique opportunity
for teacher-writers to share and reflect.
A visit to see my elderly parents last weekend has led to much reflection and this sad poem -
Being 88
Together,
forgetting.
Dad
Silent, distant, foggy
Sitting still, in yesterday's stained T-shirt, slippers, always the
same chair,
Staring at the TV, remote in hand,
The music channel playing, but the TV on mute
Every few minutes, he clicks on the sound,
Then, a minute or so later, he clicks the sound off.
Sitting still, in yesterday's stained T-shirt, slippers, always the
same chair,
Silent, removed, foggy.
Mom
Unclear, unsure, confused,
Walking about, in her flannel PJs, with tussled, unbrushed
hair
Shuffles about the house, searching,
Not knowing what she is looking for, where to go,
Picks up, puts down, the newspapers, the mail, the magazines,
Glances out the window, stops at the door, pauses at Dad’s
chair,
Walking about, in her flannel PJs, with tussled, unbrushed
hair
Unclear, unsure, confused.
Forgetting,
together.
