Monday, April 06, 2009

Poetry prompt today was to write about something missing. Here's my effort.

Transmission Imperfect

Chinese gong from Grandmother's
red dining room hangs on teak stand
behind computer desk. Striker is missing.
Glass fronted book shelf from Grandfather's
office holds Golden Books grandchildren
rarely read. Knob of bottom drawer is missing.
Names of people in photographs, stories behind
expressions, nuances, explanations, destinations,
through generations, much is kept, much missing.

Victoria Sullivan Hendricks
April 6, 2009

In my actual day, nothing was missing. I spent most of the day with Ruth and Liam
(so much bigger and more participatory in life than two weeks ago when I last spent Monday with them). His eyes follow activity all around him. He seems more and more in the world. Hard to believe two months ago he was still inside - a mystery. I'm glad I';m writing down snippets of these ordinary good days - snippets like Liam loving to look out the living room window, the sweet ringing of the wind chime Chris bought Ruth and hung where she can hear it, the way Ruth smiles when she plays with Liam ...."I'm gonna kiss your....(fill in the body part). These are the kinds of things that go missing over the years - maybe less so written down.


Peggy said...

What a treasure of an ordinary day with Liam and Ruth. I love that you made the effort to stop and look at this lovely day and that you recorded some of it.

I am trying to catch up on blogs after having been away. Sounds like a wonderful weekend with KK too. You have such strong family connections and nurture them so beautifully. Thanks for sharing.

Judy said...

How precious these ordinary days are, Victoria. I am so glad you are capturing them in your wonderful writing style. Such beauty in every day things.

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