Summers End – By Denise M.

A few months ago I met a
bright warm and sunshiny
new friend. So sizzling was
this encounter that I was
seriously tempted to get a
red cherry popsicle and
share the entire day with
such a blessing.

This confidant had me
thrilled about so many ripe
delicious fruits, long cool
green blades of grass,
shady full leafy trees, slip
on canvas shoes, ponytails,
thin cotton clothes, and
daylight hours lasting forever.

Even on our sleepovers
and starry lit nights there
were bugs crawling near
me undisturbed. Crickets
chirped endlessly with the
sweetest songs.

You know, I did not really
like this kind of playmate
before moving to Parowan.
Not in the least. Been long
ago since high school daze
and surf crashing the
beach sand since I
befriended this type.

Once again we
daydreamed whilst listening
to the sound of distant fans
sprinklers. We eagerly
awaited the sunflowers
to pop up near fence poles
and sides of asphalt or dirt
roads.

What an amazing scent the
air had for months.
Everything tasted fresh and
better than before. The
grass felt like a cool satin
sheet beneath me.

Today school began in
Parowan and my dear
playmate is nearing the end
of our relationship for now.

Crispy cooler air has slowly
dimmed the hours closer to
nightfall.

My new best mate will soon
fade to memory.
See you next year Summer.

Denise M

About Denise M

I am a retired 64 year old nurse who was raised in Southern California. Today my better half and me (also in recovery) live in small rural town in South Utah. After choosing to go back out many times in recovery for numerous addictions, at 53 it occurred to me to finally get honest and serious. After jails and institutions, it was obvious death was next. My Higher Power had been waiting patiently. We made a deal: Constant contact for sanity. My two children son 44 and daughter 37 are so proud of their mama and finally have the kind of mom and step dad they have always deserved. It’s been a long, difficult, and painful road through eating disorders, physical disabilities, and mental illness. Withdrawal from decades of psych meds was no picnic. However, my sponsor and some amazing sister like girlfriends remind me daily that love within our recovery family can get us through anything and another 24. So grateful. We are indeed blessed.
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One Comment

  1. So blown away… incredible talent, sweet soul.. love you always

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