Written in response to the WP Daily Prompt: Believe.
winds and rain
broken tree limbs
believe—not in today
but for tomorrow’s hope
Copyright © 2017-10-09, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
Within the past ten months or so, the ranks of relatives have thinned dramatically.
- October 20, Aunt Dorothy, Mother’s sister (98 yrs)
- November 15, Mother (94 yrs)
- February 26, Dad (100 yrs)
- May 17, Uncle Wayne, Dad’s brother (77 yrs)
- July 20, Uncle Jim, Mother’s brother-in-law (93 yrs)
- July 31, Uncle Albert, Dad’s brother (95 yrs)
- September 5, Aunt Marion, Dad’s sister (88 yrs)
I believe that I will set aside some time for quiet.
Introduction: One of my most favorite authors, Sharon Shinn, recently (since 2010) began a series of novels called Elemental Blessings. Each Monday she has been drawing three tokens, each with a symbol and a blessing written on it, and posting them on her Facebook Page (sharonshinnbooks). I consider the list to be unordered.
I have my own set of her blessings tokens. It is interesting to note the differences between the blessings that she draws and mine. Often I use one or more as a basis for a poem, article, or jumping-off point for personal meditations throughout the week.
So often, driving home on the Memorial Day weekend, the skies were littered with these bright, plump clouds, a brilliant blue background that seemed to reach up forever.
My father was the sexton and groundskeeper for the village cemetery. We children worked for him during the summers, and also, leading up to the Memorial Day weekend, when everything had to be perfect.
This will be the first Memorial Day weekend without him.
My sister posted a picture that she’d scanned in hi-res from the assortment of photographs and letters she took with her back to the East Coast, after Father’s funeral. This one’s from the war years and sent by Father to Mother.
They were married before Pearl Harbor. Mother joined the Navy afterward. Father was in the Army [training sergeant] at Fort Dodge, having joined the Army before the U.S. entered the war, which is how he ended up in the same state as Mother.