Thursday, June 11, 2009

Transisitons

This photo is from my last visit to the Pond. The irises had already bloomed once I returned back here to Connecticut to be with my father in his final days. It is hard to know exactly what to do to be of comfort and a help to my mother. So many memories fill our minds as we sit with my father and wish he did not have to go through this slow debilitating loss of life. It is overcast and quiet. Even my father's parrot is quiet and curled up under a wing on the bottom of her cage.
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1 comment:

Nancy Moskovitz said...

poetically written and so sad