Such was the time I spent with my Grandmother. Her home was always a place of sanctuary: she stayed up all hours of the night and was always glad of company. She could sit for hours recounting the stories of her life: how she’d left home at the age of 19, never to return. How she’d outlived three husbands and raised five children. How she’d seen the world, then settled down in a place where she felt that she was always on holiday. In her final days, she couldn’t speak, but I imagine her saying to herself: “when it is over said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it.”
And I imagine one day I will say the same.
This piece was composed in response to dVerse, Prosery Monday, hosted by Merril, and the challenge was to incorporate the following lines into a short prose piece of not more than 144 words:
“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”
–Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time”
It was an interesting challenge, and there have been some great responses so far. Do head over to dVerse to read them, and take part!