The Time Glass

The time glass The morning takes a longer time awakening the sun is hesitant hides in the east before showing its might. The wind is blowing low at the entrance it tires me out breathing becomes laborious. I made dinner myself my wife has gone to the hospital to see if her brother is well enough to live with us, if not we have to send him to a place for those chronically ill. I remember when my mother was no longer able to cope we sent her to a home, she hated it, and in despair stopped eating. We thought we were doing good, but we only did what was expedient for us. I regret this she could live longer at her own home with with a helper coming in once a day, my mother was not that helpless she could make her coffee in the morning and boil an egg, it was her untidiness people reacted against books and magazines were cluttering up the home. She liked her self rolled cigarettes and brandy which offended the righteous. My sin was I should have spoken up but sided with the many who thought what was best for her.