Soggy on the Carpet

Water leak at the assisted living facility
finally discovered in the back wing
where Dad sat in his chair
splashing his feet in the water
like he did as a boy
sitting on the bank of the Snake River,
dangling his legs over the edge,
splashing his little brothers until they cried
or until they all tumbled into the current,
and being the only female, Grandma
gave up keeping dirt off her floor.
Since old memories sparkle like sunshine
reflecting off the drowsy river,
will Dad ask where his brothers are
so he can wrestle them down into water
soggy on the carpet like most
of Dad’s memories now?

Diane Webster's goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life, nature or an overheard phrase and to write. Diane enjoys the challenge of transforming images into words to fit her poems. Her work has appeared in z,iz.Home Planet News Online, North Dakota Quarterly, Eunoia Review and other literary magazines. She writes in Colorado.

You can see more of her work in 10.2 and 9.3

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