After two and a half years ... there could be told some more episodes about the lady and her life whisperer. Alone, these are no days for writing.
These are days for preparing favourite meals; days and nights for trying to anticipate the very next wish [ the German idiom – 'to read all wishes from her eyes – sounds much nicer, would you agree?]; days and nights to speak about past 88 years, about present, death, dreams and future; days and nights to clean and caress, to hurry and hush; days and nights to enjoy a whispered thank you, an "oh, that was delicious"; days and nights for love and laughter, for sparkling eyes and smiling silence ... dum spiro spero.
The peace of the night.
You are a good man, Sir.
ReplyDeleteThough for saying so on slim evidence I might get one of your scoldings.
Needs must, and they are days to treasure.
ReplyDeleteI second Andrew, Sean.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you and your family.
Great post!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sending us back to Schubert.:)
Thinking of you, Sean. x
ReplyDeleteDear Don QuiScottie,
ReplyDeleteI do allow myself to take it as how it is meant: a kind com(pli)ment of a friend. Thank you.
After all, who am I to oppugn the bearer of the Helmet of Perthino? :)
CherryPie,
yes.
Ashley,
thank you.
Claude,
:)
Lady Lemoncello,
grazie per la tua gentilezza.