An Afterthought

Memorial Day.
Opening up coins of time
Spending them in the gardens - weeding, watering, sowing
Soaking up the warm sunshine before the real heat of the day
I wanted to be inside writing
Saved for later
For Now, now I write.

Showered and dressed in my finest swimsuit and summer sundress
Silk blouse over my shoulders
Eye lashes in mascara, eye lids a hint of green
Shades blending with strings of silk
Cover my skin with cream
Pick out a pair of black summer strap wedge sandals.

2 aspirin with a glass of water soothe the aches, the pain.
Radio on to keep the new budgies company
Fan on, shades drawn.  Keep it Cool, Birds.

Choose a purse, the London bag
Pick through what to take, what not to take.
Flast, Jack Daniels, yes
One-hitter, yes
Book, yes
Pens, pencils, notepad, yes

Grab one of my copies of The Sun
Show the family
What I wrote
What someone else thinks is important
Enough to publish in their magazine

Over 70,000 subscribers.

Home again.  No one in my family picked up The Sun.
No one in the family read the story at the pool's edge.
I held it aloft.  Words of praise I got.

Is that good enough?  No.

Read it, for Pete's Sake, then tell me what you think.  Damn it.