drip drip----she pushed the faucet tighter---it was only a matter of time before it broke completely and then what would she do----the valves were already broken--
what was that coffee that used to taste so much better than this stuff she spooned into her cup---oh yeah---it started tasting funny---they must have changed it----but why-----maybe some people liked it better
so many ideas fleeted through her sleepy brain and she couldn't really grasp any for more than an instant
should she do some of the things that interested her---they didn't hold the same interest though----
okay---enjoy this day, make your dreams come true---you're still young-----no one sees your naked body anymore anyway
boy, if that inkling she felt about her mother at this age, had fully been known----but what could she have said to her-----only listened more to her silence
and how she recalls the times she searched and searched for that dream house, an old house---with the man she felt could do anything---she would follow him anywhere----how her mother shared, she too had this dream once and that she should do it then, or she never would
but it didn't matter to her now---she was actually glad she hadn't----for if she had, she wouldn't be looking through the listings for the lost dreams of yesterday, to hunt for with her young man of days long ago and younger man than the days hopefully to come
and as she read each romantic description of someone's home they were leaving, the dripping became beautiful background music
Beautiful, Lynn. I like how you returned to the dripping faucet at the end; the story comes full circle.
ReplyDeletethanks dana--i hesitated to do that--now i am glad i did :)
DeleteMood inspiring, Lynn. Nice tying up at the end with the mention of the drip.
ReplyDeletethanks so much d.g.---i am glad i went with that:)
DeleteLynn, this was beautiful. We really don't think too much of our moms as being young and in love and with ambition. Like us :) Lovely.
ReplyDeletei know my boys don't or try not to---thanks judy :)
DeleteFunny how a drip can at once be something annoying and also something beautiful!
ReplyDeleteit's a miracle sometimes sherry!:)
DeleteIt's so neat how the dripping sound was a character all by itself- it was one thing in the beginning of the story, and by the end, it was something else. Hope you're having a lovely day, Lynn.
ReplyDeletethank you-- it is good how things that annoy us can sometimes become comforting-- but i am having a pretty good day cynthia-- i sure hope you are too-- thank you:)
ReplyDeleteHi Lynn,
ReplyDeleteLovely, thought provoking post and great to come and read your story.
Hope that you have a happy day
hugs
Carolyn
well thank you for taking the time to read carolyn!:)
DeleteI like that "with the man she felt could do anything". Wonder if she still felt that way. I liked the writing Lynn.
ReplyDeletebetty
hmmmm i think in a way she did---thanks betty ;)
DeleteWonderful. I could hear the dripping myself. Or is my tap really dripping?
ReplyDeletehaha if your house is like mine, they all are dripping! thanks christine :)
DeleteI LIKE, very much. Feeling the feelings provoked by your writing.
ReplyDeletethat means a lot! thanks teresa!
DeleteI like the way this came back around to the start. Enjoyed your comment on my blog yesterday : )
ReplyDeletethanks joyce--yeah i had fun answering those questions :)
DeleteI find this writing very lovely. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletei am so glad! thanks joy :)
DeleteI identified with this writing. Will she check out the house?
ReplyDeletei don't know---it might be just fiction or something lost to the past---thanks susan :)
DeleteAs I'm thinking of selling our house where we raised our children, I have such mixed feelings. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletei can imagine--that is part of the reason this long ago dream, never happened--good luck with it all susan :)
DeleteA great reflective piece. I like the wisdom she took from her mother. We will all eventually be at a point where we see our mothers now, so it's good to open our eyes and take that in.
ReplyDeletei wish i had been wiser toward my own mother---thank you for reading theresa :)
DeleteI love the reflective nature of this piece.
ReplyDeletei am glad you felt that way--thanks so much :)
DeleteI found this very intense and beautiful..
ReplyDeletemakes me happy--thanks marie :)
DeleteThis reminds me of my relationship with my mother. It's up, and down with lots of little spills along the way. Beautifully written Lynn!
ReplyDeleteJulie
yeah i know what you mean julie--my mom was my best friend but also the one person who could make me the maddest----thanks :)
ReplyDeletewow, what beautiful writing!
ReplyDeletei am so glad you enjoyed it!!
Deletebeautiful! :)
ReplyDeleteJuliet
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why thank you juliet!
DeleteI recognize the theme Lynn.
ReplyDeleteI watched a 1950's film last week that I'd never before seen (I don't know how I ever missed watching it considering the stars, writers and Oscars). It's called Sunset Boulevard and stars Gloria Swanson and William Holden. She's a fading star and he's her kept younger man. Brilliant film, brilliant acting.
well this is an interesting comment haha---i hope you aren't calling me a fading star---just kidding----i have not seen this one either---now i am on it--thanks!
DeleteI've just ordered a copy to watch it again.
DeleteIt is fun to be able to let your muse run free on your blog :)
ReplyDeletehaha it really is!!!
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