The Grandmother
By craig2
She did not see me in all my drunken solitude as she brought the small child to the boardwalk. The bicyclers were not out yet and I was on my way home from an all night escapade attempting to recover myself. Her presence caused me to question the time and indeed it was almost dawn, the gray of day and the red tinge of the coming sun on the tips of the now appearing clouds announced that once again I had drank my lust into tomorrow. She sat the child down on the bench as though they were at the theatre, folding her hands in their comic white gloves across the pocketbook delicately placed in her lap. As the sun edged its way into the horizon the brilliance of the reflections on the ocean woke even the haze of my consciousness to frantic gutty heights. When the tear formed on the grandmother’s cheek and mirrored in the golden dawn I trembled in the warmth of the new day and cried at the magnitude of her love. She explained to the child that she had asked to make the trip with the family to the resort because she felt sure that the child would otherwise have missed its most beautiful feature, and I pretended she spoke to all grandchildren. Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 11:28 AM PST 0 • 8
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"She did not see me in all my drunken solitude as she brought the small child to the boardwalk. The bicyclers were not out yet and I was on my way home from an all night escapade attempting to recover myself. Her presence caused me to question the time and indeed it was almost dawn, the gray of day and the red tinge of the coming sun on the tips of the now appearing clouds announced that once again I had drank my lust into tomorrow. She sat the child down on the bench as though they were at the theatre, folding her hands in their comic white gloves across the pocketbook delicately placed in her lap. As the sun edged its way into the horizon the brilliance of the reflections on the ocean woke even the haze of my consciousness to frantic gutty heights. When the tear formed on the grandmother’s cheek and mirrored in the golden dawn I trembled in the warmth of the new day and cried at the magnitude of her love...."