A Day In Our Life

A day in my life She coming out of the bus she has forgotten the umbrella walks slowly and her face is more African now that she is old, she uses it as a walking stick, which she says for the aged, I think my love for her has grown over the years, and I cannot think of the time we were apart before we met twenty-two odd years ago. We have Christmas day here and next day take the bus to a hospital in Lisbon that specialises in hip replacement We will stay the night in the metropole have good meal and look at things- for my part rather like a grumpy North Korean leader then back to my Algarve with trees and big boulders Tomorrow we are eating at a hotel they are not serving turkey but Cabrito (goat meat) sauté potatoes and a lot of sweets I don`t care to know about; since I`m driving only water or tomato juice. It is an ordeal for me to be among people I don`t know I will take 5 ml of Valium it will keep me calm until I simmer down and laugh at bad jokes as told by an exhibitionist. We can`t stay long since we are living in the morn On a short walk outdoors I saw my dog she walked beside me I bent down to pat her head but she saw something and ran into the bushes I called her name; Bambi come here, when it dawn on me she had been dead for ten years and it made me think of my own mortality, but not in a gloomy way. Sun, blue sky and stillness now the hunters have gone drinking in a cafe, but the visit from Bambi perked me up so did a cup of coffee when coming home, nothing out of the ordinary yet, I persist on dreaming of tomorrow