Writes With Pencils

fiction, memoir, essays and poetry

Month: June, 2017

As I Care For My Mother With Dementia

Written between
loads of laundry
and driving to work
the words leave my mind
before my hand
finds a pen
to record the lines
of grief
stirred by solstice rays, fear
of lost memories, and

Anniversary Chairs

Today it would have been six years of life together. Remembering my Sweet William.

Writes With Pencils

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As I sit up straight
and raise my fork to my blushed lips,
eyes and lashes freshly lined
my hair brushed out
down across my shoulders,
I look across the table
wanting to look into your eyes
so that you can see
how happy you made me,
how grateful I am for our
three years together.
But my table in the window
is only set for one,
across from me
where you should be
sits only an empty chair
as I remember and celebrate
the fourth anniversary
of our first date.

The day I opened my front door
and saw you standing there
in a jacket of fine tweed wool
dress trousers and shirt
open at the collar
holding a small bouquet
of summer flowers.

The day I welcomed you
into my cozy apartment
where we sat on the sofa
and talked, then held hands.

You were trembling.

I found…

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