For She Is The Tree Of Life – Page 3

The Sound of My Name – Dily Morris

November 15, 2012March 19, 2020 Author

Over and over I call her back to me– her flowered bathrobe with pink trim around the collar glasses a little crooked hair wispy white. Scuffing blue terrycloth slippers she turns toward me, grasping the counter edge for balance, and speaks my name with more love than anyone ever squeezed into one word. Over and over I listen to the sound of my name– the…

One Death – Geraldine Connolly

October 15, 2012May 16, 2021 Author

When my grandmother was dying in her soft bed in the corner of my aunt’s farmhouse kitchen, we all sat with her, even the children staring at the white, shut face, masked in a rapture of its own while all the noisy racket of death filled the air, lungs letting go, blood about to rise in a purple wash, the pot of bones…