Tainted Memories

Weekends at cottage
we’d linger over coffee,
dew sparkling on primroses

How we’d race to the lake
laughter emerging
from cool depth

Flowers scowl now
Lake’s chill hardened

Do you wait for me
in the eternal darkness?

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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