Written for dVerse Prosery – “Winter Lull” – hosted by Merril who has asked us to write a 144-word piece of prose, including the poetic verse shown below. This is my response.
“It all belies our existence; we wait, and are still denied.” from “Winter-Lull”by D.H. Lawrence
My mother was coming for a visit – just a couple of hours but enough time to give my house the once-over.
I gave up long ago trying to please Mom or meet her unreasonable expectations; nothing I did made her happy or proud so why even bother? Now that I was a mom, spending time with my kids was more important than keeping an immaculate house.
To my surprise, the afternoon with Mom was delightful. As she was leaving, she walked by the pile of shoes in my mudroom and announced with a huff, “Nancy, you are such a disappointment.”