The garden is beautiful this time of year surrounded by vintage plants. Each piece holds a story in the life of a woman. Treasures gathered in a faded blue chair the woman’s light shines through. A tattered bear holds secrets of joy and pain. Rememberances of a simple time when a hug and kiss healed all the strain. The others playmates on a rainy day. Jumping around a play house in a small girl’s room. Flowers often sitting beside it in full bloom.
The day has come to leave the fantasy land. Time to leave them to the grandchild who now besides them stand. The woman’s time is short and soon her worldly light will go out. However, now is a time to smile and not to pout.
The child dances as she picks up each treasure with glee. The woman smiles as she tells the child that each will be a remembrance of me. I will never be truly gone as long each treasure brings you joy. We will be playing together with each toy.
Dancing around the room while talking of things good and bad. They will bring comfort when you are sad. Always a light will shine giving you a hug each day. Now my child it is time to go away.
The woman passes into the eternal light. The child grows up treasuring each moment the light is bright. A new day has dawned and the treasures are in the chair again. The time has come for another new friend.
As generations pass the vintage toys carry joy and pain. Each time passed there is a wonderful gain.
copyright 2019 Debbie Pierce
image is from Fandango at fivedotoh.com.
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #36