silver grey shimmered in the sun
the old man laughing as the warmth kisses his skin
he remembers what it was to be young, again.
his ears seem to hear every single sound out here
yet back inside, he can never hear those pesky nurses;
someone calls his name-
it's her.
she was the one back then.
so beautiful.
he remembers meeting down at smiths pond, behind the railroad tracks.
that's where he received the best gift of his life;
her kisses were like honeysuckle to his tongue.
but she's gone now,
passed away a few years ago,
it was just her time.
he never did get to say goodbye.
laughter-
who's that laughing?
oh, it was just jane and michael.
there was so much wonderment in watching his two children grow up-
but reality is harsh when you haven't seen either of them in atleast five years.
a sadness overcomes his mind.
why is he here?
stuck at this place where no one comes to see him
but the blue birds on a warm sunday morning.
he missed his wife.
she was his best friend, the only person who truely understood him.
it was raining that day of her funeral.
he knew she hated the fact that everyone just had to wear black,
she never understood it when she was alive.
she always said,"honey, i want you to dance at my funeral," he remembered the snicker on her face,"and sing jimmy crack corn and i don't care just for me! no need for anyone to be sad about it. oh and don't forget to wear the brightest yellow plaid suit you can find, just for me honey."
so he did, and no one understood. the kids, especially. there was fighting that afternoon, name calling, how dare you's, and we'll never talk to you again.
he remembers now, and starts to snicker.
this time, his name
carried in the wind,
it startles his wondering mind.
oh,
its just one of them.
tracey, the evening nurse comes to the apple tree where george sits in his wheelchair.
"come on george, it's time for your dinner. you'd sit out here all day and night if you could, wouldn't you?"
george just snickered.
