Posted by: carolyn / through a widow's eyes | May 21, 2012

pretty close to never

do I take an afternoon nap.

But every day,

when I make my bed

with the colors,

the textures,

that please me,

when I fold the soft green fleece

at the foot of the bed

– the fleece I bought for Jeff

on his last birthday,

fleece the color of his deep green eyes –

when I fold it just so,

the way I learned from my grandmother,

so that the top of the blanket

opens accordion-like

to cover so cozily one

reaching down to pull it up

– every day,

the world becomes ripe

with possibility.

 

Of

a

nap.

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