Alone, the family jewel
My mother has been dead years now. 
She loved to sit alone in the sun 
near a pool or beach, work on her tan, 
read her book. 

Forty years later, I am alone 
at the beach hiding under an umbrella,
reading and writing, when my dead mother 
walks up to me, to tell me how awful 
my handwriting is, then she walks off 
to read her book, work on her tan, 
and be dead alone.

© SB Joy, 2022

The art of being alone, I learned early on. Over the decades of my life it has been a blessing and a cursing.

SB Joy

One thought on “Alone, the family Jewel

  1. No Ho says:

    I see a pattern here.


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