The last time I lived all alone was in the womb. Then out I popped, eager to grab the golden ring. The family grew and filled my busy days, creating an endless symphony—but never the time to listen. Now, alone again, I’m listening to the music of my life.
A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenge of Flash Fiction. Her stories are found in 50-Word Stories and Flash Fiction Magazine. She often writes of the privilege and vicissitudes of aging. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published in 2022.
VERY NICE, I AM DOING THE SAME NOW THAT MOST FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE GONE.
Thank you Dianne. Grateful to be here for the great-grands, but so hard to say goodbye to so many and so much.
I liked your poem a lot. Poignantly beautiful and so true to our sometimes sad life
Lana