I am Adira, the mother of eight children that lived, grandmother to thirty-nine grandchildren and the widow of the man I loved the best I could – he drank to tamp his anger and to nurse the wounds he brought back from WWII, wounds on the inside of body and mind.
At my age, it seems I have seen so much that my brain is nearly full, and I have loved and held so many in my heart that it has begun to ache with some emptiness for all the ones that have gone on, so many are no longer here.
We bought an extra plot and we planted a garden on it to help feed ten mouths, and I have kept working this garden even though I am the only one left to feed – I give the bounty to neighbors, stay silent when little ones steal a pepper or carrot.
I’ve studied the Bible, tried to love God and man, reckon I know where I’m headed after this life – Jesus said he’d prepare me a place and if it wasn’t so, he wouldn’t ‘a said it – I am willing to stand before God now and take what I got comin’.
Hopefully, now I am a creation perfectly evolved to meet its own end – I don’t think I can become someone better and I hope I won’t become someone worse – I thank Jesus for the work He done in me and I hope He says, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
Photo by Lisa Paul
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Inspired by Thru Violet’s Lentz literary quote, “A creation perfectly evolved to meet its own end” Cormac McCarthy,Ā The Road and written in 50-word increments.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
That’s a great trail photo!
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Thank you, Frank. It was early spring and the greens were surreal. š
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