Out That Door by Brenda Parris Sibley Out that door we watched snow fall on pansies in the winter, and sometimes on daffodils and even tulips in the spring. We watched deer prance through the yard, and wild turkeys gobble down the hill. We watched squirrels climbing the clothesline, or coming to visit bird feeders on the window. We watched birds come and go, telling the seasons by their arrival and departure. Out that door we walked most every day, to get a closer look, at wildlife and flowers and to walk with Pansy, the cat. My mother held my hand, and I got to know her more each day, as parts of her past came to life. Though there might be confusion and terror in the night, out that door we found peace, a refuge from the storm. |
Copyright © 1998-2004 Brenda Parris Sibley
Brenda writes: “This poem is about the view from the back door of my mother's house in Alabama and all we saw while I was there with her as her caregiver. She had Alzheimer's. There are some photos (with java effects) with this poem on this page of my web site: Out That Door
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Brenda Parris Sibley ~ A Year To Remember
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