A Chant For Gregory
Her faded floral dressclung to a gaunt and sinued frame
as the wind molded it
to a hard edged body
no fat no curves
just age and hardship
molded angularity
Arms outstretched
holding wet flannel shirts
A mouth full of clothes pins
Coaxing heavy material
on to the swaying line.
His clothes...washed every second day
Iron gray hair blowing
across her chiseled face
Her eyes china blue
in laughing counterpoint
to the drab garments around her
She stood out on the hill
the line positioned there
to catch the breeze
The house sheltered
in the pines gave
no access to the wind
A blessing in winter
but warm in summer
The hilltop a summer
screened roofed platform
used for "living rough"
She loved it there
during sunny windy days
quiet soft nights.
Her bed and an old rocker
all that was needed.
Meals, she had lost her
girlish appetite for food and
other passions many years before
were prepared below
as was the washing
carried in baskets
to her summer "place"
The days were predictable
As years blended into decades
She waited and washed his work clothes
A joy in summer a challenge in winter
A rhyme and rhythm of
Simple faith chanted calmly
Until his return or her leaving
They would be reunited...
Her heart told her so
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2012-05-08 at 12:19
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