Archive for November, 2015

Waiting for Christmas

by: Rebecca Taylor

**Previously published by Halcyon Magazine**

Christmas carolling

Holiday songs

Reindeer playing

Icicles on their noses

Santa in his workshop

Trying out toys

Making magical moments

As Christmas Eve approaches

Sleigh bells ring in anticipation.

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Tales of a Wheelchair

by: Rebecca Taylor

My body is made of metal; I have a canvas seat, wheels, and brakes. To many I would appear cold and uninviting but to 98-year old Maggie Fuller, I am a chariot fit for a queen. I am Maggie’s independence. Without me, Maggie would be unable to participate in many of the activities she loves at her senior’s home. Together we attend Bingo games, I love being able to help her pick her prize whenever she wins. We carpet bowl and Maggie sits in me leaning down to throw the ball to knock out the opponents’ pins.

Our days are filled with constant action, Maggie clutching my sturdy black tires to get her wherever she wants to go. I love it when Maggie and I go to the duck pond; we roll along a winding tree lined path, the gentle breeze and luscious sunshine on our faces. The most wonderful thing in the world is seeing Maggie’s delight as she watches the ducklings huddled around their mother, following her commands except for one, it is smaller than the rest but it makes up for it in attitude, this rebellious duckling will not follow the others preferring to strike out on its own. It is this duckling that Maggie and I adore the most; we are also free spirits, forging a path of our own. Maggie is the model of what people want to be, she is exuberant, always ready to lend a helping hand and has a smile that is more radiant than the sun on the brightest day. I feel blessed to have a friend like Maggie to take care of, to hold her body in mine is the best thing in the world whether we are playing games, enjoying a cup on tea on the veranda, or when she is curled up in me reading a book or watching a movie.

At night, I sit by her bed watching her sleep, holding the clothes that she will wear the next morning, ready to take on a new day no matter what it may bring. I know that someday Maggie will go away and leave me and that someone else will claim me. Losing Maggie scares me more than anything in the universe, but I know that I cannot let this fear rule my life because it could prevent me from doing some wonderfully memorable things with her. I must take my life in strides just like Maggie, we will all be called Home someday she says, but we must not wait for this to happen, we must live each day to the fullest like her mentor Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift.” Being Maggie’s wheelchair is amazing and I will cherish her everyday, I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life.

Trying to Dry Up

by: Rebecca Taylor

In the corner of a bar

Was a man unfit to drive his car

In the morning, his memory would be unable to tell his story.

He was trying to dry up

But his mind was very mixed up

He hurt everyone he clutched

He was just using the bottle as a crutch

And he just ended up trying not to reunite

With his very painful pint.

He and his wife

Caused each other lots of strife

Until one day

It came time to say good-bye

He did not cry

He just went on trying

He worked at a job as long as he could

But he was so often misunderstood

He went on trying to hide

All the bad feelings he had

Deep down he knew

That it was him who should keep trying

Eventually he threw the bottle

Against the wall

Said no to last call

He said he was sorry

To his love Rory

Picked up his life

And put an end to his strife

And he ended up trying not to reunite

With his very painful pint.

The Glue

by: Rebecca Taylor

When the glue no longer sticks

And the strength fades away

When what you have in front of you

Is no longer the thing of yesterday

Do you pick up the pieces

And try once again

Do you cling to the past

Or can the future be embraced

Is it possible to have both

Even with new glue

Cracks and creases still remain

A foundation never the same.

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