“My Audience of One”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”

books are the most patient of teachers

As I begin decelerating from Interstate 70 west bound onto the straight as an arrow asphalt road in the Midwest, I become excited knowing I will soon be surrounded by family and food at my favorite aunts home.

I love the sights of passing row upon row of dark green vegetation ready to be harvested by large combines. My mind floats to a time when my mother lived with my aunt in hospice and the evening of her death.

I recall the evening with vivid details, I returned from town where I accessed the wi-fi for school and my mother was near death. As soon as I entered the room, my mother called my name and stated she was tired.

With my arm around her shoulder, holding her hand. I recited the lords prayer to myself, as my family surrounded her bed all praying as she peacefully passed.

Emotional thoughts of that time swell deep inside as I turn into the driveway and I rushed inside to eat and catch up with the latest of our lives.

After dinner, I take out several blog posting I brought with me to read to my aunt who sits and laughs at a few and becomes emotional with poems I read to her from the blog site the Empathy Queen.

She is pleased with my readings and I ask her why hasn’t she opened her email to check my blog postings. She just simply says I don’t have time for those electronics gizmos, plus I can’t remember my password.

So I help with accessing her email and she singed on and she is a daily reader of WordPress sites, just like my mother would have been.



2 responses to ““My Audience of One””

  1. Very tender thoughts! Your family memories are beautiful! Christine

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  2. The first part of your story is very quiet and touching, then towards the end a little upbeat, somehow I can relate to it. Like the way you narrate and presented the story and its meaning.

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