Julia at http://www.juliasplace.org.uk gave us a lovely photo prompt this week. Here’s my 100 words based on it:
“I hate autumn. Bloody leaves get everywhere.”
“They’re very pretty, Fred. Make the garden colourful.”
“Bugger colourful.”
I remember Grandpa saying it, even now, twenty years later.
And I remember hearing Grandma too.
But what I remember most, when she lay in bed that last autumn after her stroke, unable to move, dependent on others for every need was when I saw him come from the garden with a dozen of the brightest leaves and take them to her bedside. He kissed her forehead, picked up her hand, oh so gently, and stroked her fingers over the beautiful, dying, leaves.
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Very sweet of granddad. So sad also at the same time.
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So wonderfully moving.
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Thank you. Really appreciate the feedback.
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Beautiful, sad and poignant. You painted the scene as vivid as the colorful leaves.
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Thank you, Jean!
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Very lovely, made me feel it was based on truth x
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Thank you, I’m flattered that you would say that.
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They can be a darn nuisance but you can’t not love the colour!
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What lovely poem. The imagery was so clear, I could almost see her thin, wrinkled hands touch the leaves she enjoyed so much. Well done.
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Thank you Sheila. I’m glad that the vision that was in my head made it into other people’s. Kind regards.
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This is a very touching story. Often it is the little things that can make a difference in someone’s life, even a few leaves, him to give, and her to receive.
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Hi Patricia,, thanks for taking the time to comment, really appreciate it. This was fiction but I could absolutely see my grandparents Fred and Kath, while I was writing it.
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