Bitter Pills

3 Sep

Written for :

Light and Shade Challenge Monday 1st September 2014

The withered old prune lies on her bed with only her cat Shakespeare for company. The voices of her family laughing and chatting about their day as cutlery makes chinking noises on china, is heard  from the floor below while her tray of food sits untouched.
She can’t say she is not well cared for. A caregiver arrives every day to attend to her needs, and her meals although somewhat bland, are adequate. But damn is she lonely.
Although her door is always open, no one, not even her own daughter, takes the time to stop and chat. They are always too busy with things to do or places to go. Busy, busy, busy…
She  remembers years ago when her daughter was only a child. Such a sickly child at that. Always pulling on her skirts looking for attention.It was so annoying trying to get things done with a toddler constantly demanding something. Thank God they had hired a nanny before she went stark raving mad. As the child had gotten older she had learned that Mommy was a busy lady with work, committees and grown-up things to attend to and had stopped making demands on her time.
You would think that her daughter and son-in-law could show a little more affection now that she is bedridden and in her twilight years, and those grandchildren, cold as fish…

2 Responses to “Bitter Pills”

  1. Ally September 4, 2014 at 8:27 am #

    what goes around sometimes comes around. This made me think and is also a delight to read

    Ally 🙂

  2. martha0stout September 4, 2014 at 11:25 am #

    We live what we know.

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