Saturday, March 31, 2012

A Comfortable Spot

My big sister and I shared a room until she decided to go away to college. We used to get into trouble for talking and laughing when we were supposed to be sleeping. When we watched TV, we sat on the floor and leaned against the couch. My father worked shift work so my mom would sometimes take naps. If she was cooking or baking something, she would let us know when to check on it or wake her up. One night she forgot to do that. Vicki and I hit the floor as our mother awoke with a start, screamed "The Cake!" and came over our heads on the way to the kitchen. Vicki was the smart one and the creative one. I was the sports nut. I don't think I ever got her to understand what a first down is. She read Sherlock Holmes first, but I followed. That was the start of our love affair with mystery stories. A few years ago, she sent me a birthday card that said I had become cool. Even at my age, it made me smile that she thought that. Of course, she was still the coolest.

A Comfortable Spot

A comfortable spot
on a bit of a hill
or, perhaps, a knoll
Green grass
Almost in the
shadow of
a church
A children’s
next door
all around
Your final
resting place
I wish you hadn’t
moved in so soon


  1. Very simple and attractive blog. Liked this poem. Enjoyed the surprise at the end it really set the hook on this fish.
    Good luck on the Platform Challenge.

    1. Thanks, Kris. I'm enjoying the challenge. Thanks for stopping by the blog.

  2. Fantastic piece. I can hear your voice here. Your heart strings are exposed again, Michelle. My, my, my. Can you see me shaking my head gently side to side when I say that?

  3. I do believe I can picture that, Janie. Thank you.