Things That Don't Matter~ But Did

 

Things That Don't Matter~ But Did

 

The gravel sound beneath the wheels of my car made me happy because I knew I had arrived at my grandmothers country home. An always open screen door and the click click of Greta the wiener dogs nails on the hard wood floor soothed my soul.  Her tail wagged with excitement and she peed a little puddle. The hum of the exhaust fan and the smell of country cooking warmed my heart.  

"Well, Hey!" She'd say and I would come in and sit on that old green vinyl couch that stuck to my legs in the hot summertime.

We'd talk and play cards, eat ice cream and get the lowdown on everyone else in the family.

She'd make goo goo eyes at my newborn babies, kiss their fingers and toes.

Leftovers wrapped in tin foil, the pat pat of her old hands with quiet reassurances, and her tired eyes peering over the top of her bifocals are just some of the tiniest memories that come to mind.

The tall oak that stands watch over these stones catches the breeze in its leaves then they float down to land quietly at my feet, the birds chirping a happy song, the fact that life really does go on are the simple things that I recall that bring tears to my eyes best of all.

PB 8/20/08

Author's Note

For the simple things contest

Reviews

[LSS]

Oh Wow! I think you've nailed it with this one. Some of the greatest stories come from the heart and memory. The personal touch. You've probably seen some of the typo's, but that's what's editing s for. You put me into your shoes and kept me there until you left. You made me want to travel further with you. May want to change pee to peed.
LSS

[Adela Muresan]

Beautiful.
The joy of spending time with family seems in your story more precious than anything else.
I believe you have captured the importance if love, in your story and the amazement of how much can some simple things matter.

Great write, truly great write.

A.M.