gridiron

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: gridiron.

This is my son in 2010, grilling.

Cooking off the gridiron.
Trey and friend Otto.

By 2012 the high school team is the Redhawks. My son played football, though he knew I didn’t approve. Too much brain trauma. He was fast or lucky or both and no concussion or broken bones there.

all things

I went to a memorial last night, for a singer.

This photograph is from 2015, a memorial sing for my father, who sang in three or more choruses here from 1996 until 2013. Actually he was raised singing and with music. My sister and I were raised singing, too.

My father and the singer we were remembering performed folk songs locally.

We sang last night. I chose a round.

all things shall perish from under the sky
music alone shall live
music alone shall live
music alone shall live
never to die

Here is a version sung in three languages.

With each new loss we remember the old ones: I miss my mother, my father, my sister. The round comforts me: all things shall perish, yet music alone shall live, never to die.



Fragrance Lake 2

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wanderlust.

“And how are you getting back?” I ask my daughter. “Are you going to edge backwards?”

She laughs.

Out on two limbs. Logs. Woman balanced on two logs sticking out into a lake.
Out on two limbs. Logs. Woman balanced on two logs sticking out into a lake.
Steady….
Ta-da! Woman turned around on logs, to return, arms out!
Ta-da! Woman turned around on logs, to return, arms out!

And she returns without falling in the lake.