Posted in Uncategorized, tagged comfort, familiarity, home, knitting, Mum, warmth on September 23, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Sitting together,
Patterns, textures complex.
Watching TV.
At the football,
Riding on trains.
Click, click, click!!
A comforting sound
Familiar,
Speaks of home
And imminent warmth, when
Rapidly, but carefully, cast stitches
Rapidly become
New jumpers, cardigans
Patterns complex colour & texture.
Knitting needle percussion
Beats out the rhythm of the
World’s Best …
Posted in 1 Guildford Rd, Penrith Primary, tagged blood, comfort, emergency, hospital, injury on January 29, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Nail pierces foot.
Hobble home, bathwater blood red – impression of litres lost.
Scared.
Roger: “Stitches”.
Nepean Hospital.
Waiting … my head in his lap. Calming.
Feigning sleep …
They won’t wake me to hurt me?
Finally diagnosis:
“That part of the foot can’t be stitched!!”
Heading home, nestled in Roger’s arms – Comforted.
Note:
This is a continuation of yesterdays entry Imaginery bullets, makeshift arrows – real rusted nails. Hopefully the 2 of them can be viewed as self-contained tales of 50 words that complement each other. If not, then perhaps this is my first “fudge”.
365 Short Memories 