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Requiem of a man growing old

Remember when my knees were scraped? Remember when I crawled into your lap? Remember that little child inside me? Now I see the white, the gray The cane and weathered hat The wrinkled skin on…

Just a quick note from me to you

The Open Door blossomed while I was in my eleventh grade English Honors class. It was the beginning of the academic year and we already had an in-class essay to write. Over the summer, we’d…

The Open Door

Chapter Seven Saturday, the day of Aunt Guinevere’s funeral I just sat there, staring mindlessly at the now ajar door for a little longer before pulling myself up. I stepped to the door and put…

The Open Door

Chapter Six Friday evening We had dinner with Aunt Guinevere again. Jules had brought Sylvia and Jack with him. If I had known it would be our last evening with Aunt Guinevere, I would have…

Island Hideaway

When I want to be alone I retreat To my island hideaway Away from all people Where I am alone Where I am never disturbed My island hideaway Tall, leafy trees Brilliant, large flowers My…

The Open Door

Chapter Five Thursday morning I had wanted to see Aunt Guinevere and Mom on Wednesday, but I had to work most of the day and was absolutely exhausted when I got home from the office.…

Chapter Four Tuesday afternoon I arrived at Aunt Guinevere’s house at around four in the afternoon. Aunt Guinevere wasn’t at home. Mom, who was feeling much better and was making a pie when I arrived,…

The Open Door

Chapter Three Monday evening We had dinner with Aunt Guinevere. Mother was absent because she had acquired a virus during the night and Aunt Guinevere was forcing her to stay in her room. Jules was…

Pages flying free

The leather bound book falls to the pebbles A gusty wind billows up and lifts the cover The rustle of turning pages echoes in the dunes As bits of sand are blown away from the…

The Open Door

Chapter Two Sunday morning Mother and Jules were in the dining room with Aunt Guinevere, cleaning candlesticks for some reason I couldn’t quite fathom since they were all pristine. I was standing in the room…

Requiem of a man growing old

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