Weekend (September 7th, 2003)

She spent most of the time on the couch
watching cartoons.
She had an ear infection.
I know how those can hurt.
But after her medicine
she was more like herself.

We all enjoyed the time we had left,
Our time together.
We knew it wouldn't be long.

We swung, we slid, we sang,
we shared secret smiles.
I walked with him on my hip,
her tiny hand clutching mine.
He chased the cats on his knees
while she chased imaginary friends.
We made brownies,
watched movies,
and played cards.

It was a weekend like every other,
only a moment of our lives.
It was the last of its kind.

I watched them drive "home" this morning.

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