When you open your eyes, you remember where you are, on the floor in your living room. Lately, you’d been confused. The medication wasn’t working so your mind roamed and roamed to find your way back, back to a place where the sun was so bright, and your hair was long with a shiny wave. There was a guy in the mix, too. He laid white roses at your feet when you were crowned Queen of the dairy farm.
Now, you're a prisoner inside your own home, but your daughter appears, daily. She tends to things and a nurse comes. The daughter plays all the albums beneath the turntable. Blues and Jazz, fill the air. It makes you want to move-move. Round and round you go in circles like you did as a child on the playground.
Once, you were the child.
Now, you are the lady, spinning-spinning like that tiny ballerina in the jewelry box, the one with the sweet chimes, music that sets you free.
Now, you're a prisoner inside your own home, but your daughter appears, daily. She tends to things and a nurse comes. The daughter plays all the albums beneath the turntable. Blues and Jazz, fill the air. It makes you want to move-move. Round and round you go in circles like you did as a child on the playground.
Once, you were the child.
Now, you are the lady, spinning-spinning like that tiny ballerina in the jewelry box, the one with the sweet chimes, music that sets you free.
