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A Portrait of the Day
She wakes with a start this keeper of your mother , father, sister, brother. She stumbles to the bathroom still in half slumber. She runs the water in the tub lost in thought and no thought at all. Running on auto pilot of scrubbing and brushing and dressing. She walks to the car mumbling about about a forgotten lunch on the table or misplaced homework assignment. The dark silence accompanies her to the car. She fiddles with the radio readying herself for the long ride.
This keeper of your mother,father, sister, brother pulls up to the already brightly lit building and prepares herself for both the repetition and unexpected that will be her day.
She is met with the hum of florescent light and the over lairing odors of floral and decay. Soon her nose will adjust and neutralize all.
She keeps in motion. A kind of inertia of pouring and mixing and observing and comforting with a smile glued on her face .
The squeak of wheels turning , dishes clattering ,and voices getting on with their day mixes with the tasks at hand.
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In the dim of the room this keeper of your mother, father, sister, brother, becomes curator of stories past. Of both good and bad and firsts and lasts.
This keeper of your mother, father, sister, brother will be witness to the last grasps at dignity.
Then, last breaths.
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Comment by stephen dijoseph on June 28, 2010 at 8:29am
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wow..."becomes curator of stories past"..I feel a song coming on...thank u for writing this Erika
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Comment by Ericka Gray on June 27, 2010 at 6:35pm
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Thanks guys! This is actually a portrait of most of my days. Hence the scant amount of post/writing. I am just too emotionally spent by the end of the day. Feels good to get it out when I do though.
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Comment by Steen Krause on June 27, 2010 at 5:05pm
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Wow. I like how you called her the "keeper of your mother, father, sister, brother." It really makes it personal. Lovely.
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Comment by Kathy Kelly on June 27, 2010 at 5:01pm
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This is beautifully written and so poignent. Thank you for sharing. You have a gift not only for writing but in your compassion.
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Comment by wiffledust on June 27, 2010 at 4:51pm
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Oh, Ericka. This made me cry. It's so beautifully written. It's so true. It reminds me of my mother...a nurse first, then a homemaker and mother. This is one of the most lovely tributes I have ever read about some of the most underappreciated but most important people we have. Brilliant. Write more!!!
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