In the waiting room one white-haired woman
has a walking-stick painted from handle to tip
in a garden of florals, pretty as a summer dress.
Another has decorated her wheely-walker
in big bright stickers, joyous as a children’s party —
butterflies, and her name: Eunice.
Andrew’s walker is unadorned black. It’s new
and has the wide wheels that are better on carpet.
I tell myself its plainness means it isn’t permanent.
touching scene. the gathered pieces.
ReplyDeleteGarden and earth energies to you both.
Thanks! He is sitting out in the sun sometimes, overlooking our garden, or even going for short walks up to the end of the street.
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