A LOVELY NIGHTMARE
She ran a comb thru her dark hair as he'd be home soon from work. The meat balls were simmering in their gravy and she mashed the potatoes and put the rolls in the oven. A fresh baked rhubarb pie sat off to the side on the cupboard.
As she sat the table, she heard the baby wake up and her husband's car both at the same time. He liked to pick him up from his nap when he could so she let him. She heard him talking to Zack as he changed his wet diaper. Baby talk, so sweet......
They came into the kitchen just as Biscuit walked to his water bowl; now all of her favourite 'people' were in her sunny, happy kitchen.
He put the baby in his high chair and passed him a favourite book while he came over to the stove to kiss her. "How long before supper?" he asked. "It's ready, honey." she replied.
As they ate and chatted about their day, the baby was given some finger foods to keep him satisfied until he was fed later. And Biscuit sat patiently waiting for he smelled gravy and knew his dry dogfood was about to get better!
The baby fed, the dog's stomach happy, the kitchen cleaned and a pie waiting to be eaten later with their hot coffee; life was good.
She laid back in his arm's while he watched the News; she drifted off to nap, knowing his ears and eyes were guarding their son. She was at peace, at home, in love.
Later that night, after having their baths and eating their dessert, he strummed his guitar for her while she painted her toenails. He walked their dog and locked up the house for the night. Together, they checked on Zack and covered him up, his little bum stuck up in the air. Biscuit slept in the baby's room & was snoring softly beside his crib.
The big featherbed welcomed their tired bodies but they were not sleepy. He pulled her on top of him and they kissed. His hands ran over the heat from her body and they lay entwined, whispering.
The moon shone in their window, the stars winked at them and she fell asleep in her paradise. And she dreamed that she was a woman, a wife, a mommy........but when she awoke, she was in her late 60's!
Nighmares can be quite lovely........and so she fell back to sleep, curled up tightly in her fetal position, a book beside her pillow from the night just past.
When they found her, she had been dead over two days and yet, a smile was still on her face. Folks wondered why but 'he' knew; and he smiled back as he stood alone by her grave. Maybe someday he'd bring his old guitar and play for her and her alone......."I'll bring you a daisy a day, dear....."
She ran a comb thru her dark hair as he'd be home soon from work. The meat balls were simmering in their gravy and she mashed the potatoes and put the rolls in the oven. A fresh baked rhubarb pie sat off to the side on the cupboard.
As she sat the table, she heard the baby wake up and her husband's car both at the same time. He liked to pick him up from his nap when he could so she let him. She heard him talking to Zack as he changed his wet diaper. Baby talk, so sweet......
They came into the kitchen just as Biscuit walked to his water bowl; now all of her favourite 'people' were in her sunny, happy kitchen.
He put the baby in his high chair and passed him a favourite book while he came over to the stove to kiss her. "How long before supper?" he asked. "It's ready, honey." she replied.
As they ate and chatted about their day, the baby was given some finger foods to keep him satisfied until he was fed later. And Biscuit sat patiently waiting for he smelled gravy and knew his dry dogfood was about to get better!
The baby fed, the dog's stomach happy, the kitchen cleaned and a pie waiting to be eaten later with their hot coffee; life was good.
She laid back in his arm's while he watched the News; she drifted off to nap, knowing his ears and eyes were guarding their son. She was at peace, at home, in love.
Later that night, after having their baths and eating their dessert, he strummed his guitar for her while she painted her toenails. He walked their dog and locked up the house for the night. Together, they checked on Zack and covered him up, his little bum stuck up in the air. Biscuit slept in the baby's room & was snoring softly beside his crib.
The big featherbed welcomed their tired bodies but they were not sleepy. He pulled her on top of him and they kissed. His hands ran over the heat from her body and they lay entwined, whispering.
The moon shone in their window, the stars winked at them and she fell asleep in her paradise. And she dreamed that she was a woman, a wife, a mommy........but when she awoke, she was in her late 60's!
Nighmares can be quite lovely........and so she fell back to sleep, curled up tightly in her fetal position, a book beside her pillow from the night just past.
When they found her, she had been dead over two days and yet, a smile was still on her face. Folks wondered why but 'he' knew; and he smiled back as he stood alone by her grave. Maybe someday he'd bring his old guitar and play for her and her alone......."I'll bring you a daisy a day, dear....."
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