Thursday, April 21, 2011
The shine was worn away over the years by family dogs---first Lady and then Jack---who spent a lot of time lying at that window watching the world go by.
Every day in every season, we humans would sit and sip our coffee in that room, and a dog was always at that window near us. It was a comfort we enjoyed, the dog and its people; it's a comfort we haven't enjoyed since our "doberperson" Jack's death in 2009.
Sometimes my husband Bob will say to me, "We need to sand that section of the floor and restore the finish."
And I will always answer, "I don't want to do that. That flat spot is a memory, and I won't let it go."
So the flat spot will remain without its former shine. A souvenir of something special in our lives.
---Rose M., April 21, 20ll
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Snow this morning put a grizzled face on April
and I complained
some awful snowy day this is
some awful day
some awful snowy April day
And then I conjured in my mind
the magic of some different April days
some sweet-surprise-you April days
warm and cheerful
Sandwiched brilliant in between the
cold and gloomy
Delightful days of April witchcraft
on kindly breeze
and softening sun
blithe and charming
Precious and more prized
than later days
of spring and summer
richer by rambunctious contrast
bright and sunny
warm and sexy siren
--rose moore April 3, 1994, written on a deep-snow Easter morning, preceded by a spectacular day of 70 degrees