Bonus Hour



A clean washrag
warmed with water
gently laid on her eye
(matted by disuse and time)
softened and removed
the obstruction.
Unexpectedly
both eyes sprang open
fixing their sight on my face;
holding my eyes
by their power.
A bonus hour
(rare and unheralded)
passed
replete with emotions,
wordless communication,
and irrepressible joy.
As quiet the hour’s coming
was its ending;
its afterglow
timelessly pulsating
in my heart.
        7/16/2016 - rlg


13 comments:

  1. HI Rebecca,
    I am sure those moments of connection with your MOM must be so precious to you hon.
    Glad the Lord gives those to you both..........
    Blessings, Nellie

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  2. This post touched my heart deeply. What a blessing for both of you to have this time together.

    Love & hugs ~ FlowerLady

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    1. Yes, it was (a blessing).
      Thank you for sharing my heart, Lorraine. ♥

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  3. God....please, continue to grant peace and comfort to this dear and precious lady.
    Gentle hugs....
    Jackie

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    1. God is answering that prayer in so many ways, Jackie. Thank you for the hugs, too. Wondering how YOU and your sweet parents are doing....

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  4. What a precious, precious gift!!

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    1. Yes. (It is hte smallest things that are most precious!)

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  5. What a beautiful post! I am thankful that my mom is in her 80's and still has her bearings about her. I know many that are not that lucky.

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    1. Hi, Carol! (Not sure we've "met" before.....) Yes, you are blessed - as am I that both my parents are living! Both will turn 90 on their next birthday.

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  6. Oh Rebecca! What a gift! Thankful for this for you.

    Praying for grace for you all....

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    1. It WAS a gift. There IS grace! Thanks for your prayer.

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  7. What a sweet blessing. God is so good to give us these gifts!

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Writing a Song a Week #3
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