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