Saturday, November 5, 2011

Reflections in Red


It's Saturday Centus day. I'm off to the temple again, so here's a quick stab at pairing Jenny's picture with a plot. In a hundred words, no less. And no more, either!

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Reflections in Red

Gazing out on all that red hair reminded Maggie of her own babies, Irish to the core and crowned to make of “carrot-top” an understatement.

But carrot tops are green,” a voice insisted. Sean. He sounded grand, even in memory. Why did the darlin' boy not call more often? Ah well, it made each holiday the brighter, hearing from him.

She stared until the colors ran together…orange, red and gold as autumn…black, to shade her mood, at once bereft and with the passing years, accepting. How had they grown and slipped away so soon?

Sprinkling tears and faerie dust behind them.

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19 comments:

karen said...

I think we all have days like that, don't we? We, that have children that are grown with children of their own? It must be that way - they must learn to fly - but it's impossible not to wish, sometimes, for those yesterdays when they were our small birdies.

anitamombanita said...

Nice. Enjoy the temple... And CA sunshine! :)

Eva Gallant said...

Sadly they do grow and leave.

Brian Miller said...

awww...i feel for her...called my grandmother yesterday...it was her 89th birthday and she talked and talked....so felt...

Dina @ 4 Lettre Words said...

Ahhh...I love it! You are so creative, Sue.

Darlene said...

I know what it is like to want my children to call, just for no reason, to see how I am doing. It isn't so much that I get lonely, although, I'm sure that could be part of it, but just to hear one of those beloved voices puts me in such a great mood. It always makes my day to be able to chat with one of my children.

I liked your take on the Centus. I will have to go now to read some of the others. Of course, yours is always the best.

Stacy Crawford said...

Mine are close, but they too are getting ready to spread those wings...

Happy Saturday Sue!

laurie @ bargain hunting said...

This left me feeling so sad. Good writing. laurie

Poetry of the Day said...

this was a really nice post!

LeAnn said...

It is true they slip a way before we even know it. The blessing is now we have sweet grandchildren.
Hope you had an awesome day at the temple; we enjoyed our moments there.
Blessings to you for your thoughts today!

jfb57 said...

Goodness what a super 100 words. So sad but so true. They do go & forget to look back as often as we would like them too!

Judie said...

Sue, a bittersweet post for sure!!

Tgoette said...

Wonderful post, Sue! Very heartwarming.

PⒿ @ $ € € ₦$ ₣®0₥... said...

This could be the soundtrack to most mom's lives. You're so good at putting words around feelings, Sue.

Bethe77 said...

Awwe remembering the younger days. I love this take on it!
Blessings

Grandma Honey said...

I ask myself the same question nearly every day...how did they grow up so quickly??

Fiauna said...

Beautiful! I'll never look at redheads the same again.

Caroline said...

I'm not looking forward to the day (in some ways) when mine are grown! But then again, in a way you get to see what amazing people they all become!

I loved this one, Sue and I read it imagining an Irish accent and feeling the longing heart of Maggie....

Jenny said...

Oh, this one touched my, Sue.

I know we raise them to let them go, but, oh sometimes...sometimes...I just want to cling on and never open my hands!

This was beautiful!

You need to come to the light display at the Temple here. Man, that is such a glorious sight!

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