Her Empires Are Falling Down #amwriting

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Her Empires Are Falling Down

“Is that a tent caterpillar cocoon?” she asks.

“Fall webworms.”

She snaps a picture. The cocoon could cradle a small person.

We come to the stream where I once taught her about crustaceans. She lifts a stone, out dances a green crayfish, pincers ready. She smiles, bittersweet.

She is everything her father and I ever wanted. All her days ahead. All I will miss.

“I didn’t mean the stuff I said.” Thickness chokes her voice.

“I know.” I do.

She hugs my bony body as if trying to keep me earth-tethered.

A sharp breeze announces Autumn, leaves collect, silently, a shroud.

 

end 8/25/2017

Sascha Darlington

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22 replies »

  1. This is so ,so beautifully written and so very touching , Sascha. I could almost feel the emotions in her voice as she spoke to her ailing mother.
    Exquisite !

  2. Oh, Sascha, this is just lovely. The unspoken pain between the two, trying to share something before one of them is no longer there. You’ve written this so well. Lovely job

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