Untitled Thoughts

I think of Marilyn and the visitation.

I think of LaGondola. Of fresh ham and cheese sandwiches. Of homemade Italian bread still warm out of the oven.

I think of Carla.  Of Cameron and the funeral.  Brett as an active toddler, and how I took him downstairs to run around.

I think of mom.  Of her ashes becoming part of the earth.  Of the day I will sit on the bench Earl placed opposite the tree.  The tree that her body now feeds.

I think about a lot of things.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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