Breakfast is not my strong suit, and Sophie's sweaty palms (from seizures) call for dissociation. I'll sweep the crumbs from the floor and wrap the pizza from last night in foil, might even go so far as to put the pills in the tiny plastic cup, the half juice half water in the cup, but I'd rather wait for the Saint That Comes at 9 than hobble with her down the hallway and inch her onto the stool. In the morning the bib is a reproach, the sweaty palms. Everything to get the job done - penguin-shaped sponges was the subject line of an email, not sufficient to the task. I'd rather wait over the humming, sip my coffee, fiddle with the filters, her face from dinner last night. Dinner is my strong suit.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
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Breakfast is not my strong suit, and Sophie's sweaty palms (from seizures) call for dissociation. I'll sweep the crumbs from the floor and wrap the pizza from last night in foil, might even go so far as to put the pills in the tiny plastic cup, the half juice half water in the cup, but I'd rather wait for the Saint That Comes at 9 than hobble with her down the hallway and inch her onto the stool. In the morning the bib is a reproach, the sweaty palms. Everything to get the job done - penguin-shaped sponges was the subject line of an email, not sufficient to the task. I'd rather wait over the humming, sip my coffee, fiddle with the filters, her face from dinner last night. Dinner is my strong suit.
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Well, at least you HAVE a strong suit. I think it must look like Wonder Woman's, if I had to go all literal and so forth.
ReplyDeleteYou are one hell of a writer, lady.
It's important to know our strengths and honor the areas where we struggle with an acceptance, I think. We can't all be good at everything and it's a glorious thing to find others whose strengths fit in just where ours leave off.
ReplyDeleteLove.
(((Beautiful poetry)))
ReplyDeleteI'm with Kario on this...we are humans, not saints. Focus on the things you can and DO do, and give thanks for your 9 a.m. helper. xo
ReplyDeleteSometimes I just don't know what to say. I can't imagine. What you endure. What Sophie endures. What your husband and son endure.
ReplyDeleteI see you though. I honor you. I witness through your beautiful words, your strength.
Hooray for Saints Who Come Whenever They Come.
ReplyDeleteI love being able to see how Sophie looks at you through the lens of your camera.
She is beautiful and your words are poetry, as Ms. King says. Thank God for the saints that come at 9.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ethereal Sophie and how is it that you make the morning blahs sound so poetic?
ReplyDeleteI often feel exactly like fullsoulahead. I'm glad you wait for the saint. Your instincts are good.
ReplyDeleteloveliness - the both of you!!
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