Blinding sun
in autumn skies.
Bitter as
the days gone by.
Still sweet as
a sister’s love.
Marking chapters
from high above.
When she stares
into my eyes.
life on wry
Life as a sandwich generation x’er, stacked with irony. As a ‘normal’ person peering out from the boundaries of suburbia, as a transplant from another state, maybe another planet. As a mother of teenage boys and freelance working writer balancing parenting with helping to care for my mother. And now as an only child of a mother with Alzheimer’s (which sucks).
life on wry 
Lovely. 🙂
Beautiful! The view, and these words.
You are always in my thoughts at this time of year. Every morning and evening, when the rising and falling sun blazes and blinds my line of vision, I think of you.