She lost all her memory
in drops of
misplaced keys
forgotten bills
a disconnected phone.
Her makeup grew heavy.
Pristine eyeliner,
now charcoal cakes
stacked on summer tan base,
claret jacket, mauve sweater out of season.
“You’ll need to wrap your neck now that it’s starting to turn cold, dear.”
As we inch into April.
Drops begin to trickle,
relentless beats on the shower curtain
of cortex.
Grandchildren’s names rearrage,
heels transition to sensible pumps,
that stumble.
Wrists bruise,
knees buckle,
her gait creeks.
The trickle seeps to stream.
Days erase
Seasons meld
Years merge in
A grey wash
of sleepy rain.

Margaret Philbrick

Margaret Philbrick is an author, gardener and teacher who desires to plant seeds in hearts. Margaret has a B.A. in English Literature from Trinity University in San Antonio Tx.and a Masters in Teaching from National Louis University. She teaches writing and literature to children and teens at The Greenhouse School and H.S.U., both of which provide supplemental classical education to the home-school community. She is actively involved in the fulfillment of God’s vision at Church of the Resurrection and the Redbud Writers Guild where she serves on the board of both organizations. Her first book, Back to the Manger, is a holiday gift book she created with her mother, an oil painter. Her debut novel, A Minor, released to critical acclaim in 2014. You can find Margaret in her garden digging in the dirt or writing poetry and you can connect with her on-line via her website at:
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