Learning a new song
Posted on | July 20, 2010 | Comments Off
She’d been struggling, there was no doubt of that. But it would get worked out somehow. She just had to keep believing it would.
A guitar played in the background, fingers danced over it learning a new song for the first time, yet still producing music she found soothing. It was beautiful to listen to, perhaps a special gift reserved for mother and child, though she didn’t think so. There was talent there, the kind where it sounded nice even when it wasn’t “just right.”
She didn’t look forward to the trip to the grocery store or the dinner she would have to prepare though she thought perhaps she was “supposed” to. She could only assume it was the months away each year that made it awkward and not the “routine” it would be if things were different.
She wished her talking dog was here to help…to at least talk to if not help with the dishes. Even a visit from The Worm Guy would be nice. Her imagination was lost somewhere in the tornado of medications she was now on. She was dizzy and sleepy and sometimes a bit confused… oh and always a bit loony.
What she did know is that being something for six weeks of the year and then not being it for the rest of the year is hard.
The music in the background was so beautiful, she so wished her own guitar lessons hadn’t ended in frustration, tears and failure all those years ago. At least she had this wonderful new hope of things to come to listen to…