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10.21.2009

Sun and Wind



When we sit together, and she is calm, I bask in the… togetherness.
I massage her hands gently, willing each finger to rouse. I press my lips to her cheek.
Like a strong fall wind, the kind of gust that rattles the leaves from the trees, her life will have been brief but powerful.
I take in the smell of freshly shampooed hair or of sticky grape medicine, depending on the time of day, wafting from her idle body.
Like Colby – lying by the window doing his best to soak up autumn sun, perhaps imagining if he absorbs enough now it will carry him through the winter – I do my best to soak up all of her, realizing it will never be enough to last me through the winter, a lifetime of winters.

But there will always be gusts and golden rays, there will always be glorious moments, so there will always be her.
JEB

4 comments:

  1. Jenni Baby,

    Did you know that you is such a good and interesting righter?
    Think its my jeans...just kurious.

    L2A4 and Colby

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  2. Jen,
    You are a beautiful writer and a beautiful MOM.
    Judi

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  3. Thank you again for making me appreciate.

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  4. This entry puts me in mind of Celia's picture from the blogs entry of 9-2-08....when she and Cobi sat by the back door looking at their world. (One of my favorite all time pics of Celia.) She certainly is a gentle spirit with a dynamic everlasting impact and your prose is so befitting. Love to all 4(opps - 5, sorry Cobi.

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