The loud crack of ice
breaking on the roof
wakes her
while the stillness of
night frosts the fields
outside her window
***
Coldness shivers through
her bones as her feet
touch the floor
Pine boards creak and groan
with each step forward
and down the stairs
***
Guess I have to light the
fire,
she mutters under her breath
to no one
but herself
***
Soon the heat of the
wood stove warms her aching joints
And the smell of fresh coffee
permeates the small kitchen
***
She looks in the
hand mirror that sits on
the table
Her face, a roadmap of
furrows, puckers and creases
are her badges of life
***
Gnarly, arthritic fingers
pick up the
picture of her and her husband
on their wedding day
She kisses the photo
and sets it back in its place,
wondering who she
will make tea and scones
for now
***
The steaming coffee burns
her paper-thin lips, as
one hot tear
slips down her cheek
***
She opens the ice box
to find one egg
One egg – sitting alone
in the corner of the carton
in the cold darkness
It is fitting, she thought.
It is fitting.
About the Creator
Gigi Gibson
Gigi Gibson is a writer and poet. She loves little rescue dogs, interior decorating, and chocolate. “To evoke an emotional response in my readers… that would be the most satisfying thing that I could accomplish with my writing.”
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Comments (1)
My heart. 💔 Wow. So many good lines but I love the ending. “It is fitting.” The image of that egg is absolutely perfect.