Street Party
The Bunting flutters in the breeze against my little window to the world.
I forget the last time I went out.
I can't
but I get meals delivered
and a nurse comes morning and night.
And on the whole
I don't open the door
because, well, you hear such stories.
You know.
A girl with sparkly wings waves
a small act
but
then they come.
With a plate.
Sandwiches.
Smiles and
a paper crown.
A bustling man moves my chair to the door,
their tables nearer
and we sing
laugh
they let me join in.
I'll remember that day forever.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: housebound, elderly, community
5 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Sad! I'd best not let my ma-in-law read this.
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
She did get to join in though? World just needs more girls with sparkly wings X
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
I saw loads of sparkly winged girls today in a marathon 2.5 hour show in K upon T, including one 6 yr old little sparkler from our family. Exhausting but greatly uplifting too.
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Aww. Lovely! This was today's drabble until I wrote 'Monday', I don't know how to change the publishing times once you've scheduled them so had repost then forgot to delete original version (old lady brain) Deleted now- thank you! X
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
I've tried to change the publishing times myself, Lisa. The only solution I found and used was to delete the whole drabble, but thinking back, I am not sure if I could do so before it appeared. Trial and error called for, I guess :-)
