Wings and fog ferry

Wings

I try out
for a solo
singing

my director
is pleased
I am growing

she says
I am beautiful

she says
I look like a different person

she knows
a little of what I have weathered

 
my patient
is 86

and her husband died
in December

she misses him so

as she comes into the room
one day

she says
you look as if you have wings
and are ready to take off

and I freeze
for a moment

in surprise

that she can see
my wings.

Low tide

This is for PhoTrablogger’s Mundane Monday 17, though right now it is Thursday. Work has been terribly busy with new computers, an upgrade from electronic medical record version 6.2 to 8.2 and silly things like the laptop keyboard is different so my typing suffers a bit. I have been falling asleep by 7 every night. Change change change, but the tide still goes in and out.