Helga

 

 

 

 

was an accomplished artist

before the tremors came,

rendering her right hand useless

for the steadiness and control

of crayon, pen, or brush.

The tremors had slithered

down the bloodline of her father,

silent vipers saturating

the flesh of her soul with venom.

Irene took her in, nurturing

the remnants of her genius

with good books and the pleasure

of conversation ever fresh,

provocative, and engaging.

Each grew to love the other’s

companionship so much that

neither felt the dubious need

for pastor, close friend, or lover.

 

 

 

 

 

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Larry D. Thomas
 

Los Días de los Muertos
 

(Big Bend area, far West Texas

 

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