they wore bulkily because of the cold.
They were leaving for a doctor’s appointment.
The elderly couple looked sad,
they looked vulnerable.
I watched their backs as they left
I did not even offer to accompany them
—my parents!
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They hunched their backs;
they wore bulkily because of the cold. They were leaving for a doctor’s appointment. The elderly couple looked sad, they looked vulnerable. I watched their backs as they left I did not even offer to accompany them —my parents! I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |