Take Care

In her hands a white bandage slowly wraps around an arm, withered from 93 years of life the fall wasn't fatal and we thank God for that. Stay at home and pray we were never told that, but we know that it is right fingertips lose the feel of anyone else but herself but it isn't about you right now so, sush. still the thought creeps up like the ebb of water time has been standing still for so long all the horses are out in the open, green fields all that remains is indoors repeated reminders to myself "flowers grow from winter all the time" be patient take care.