Jagged vinyl edges ripped apart
As the wood beneath gasps for air.
Warped and fragile, the wood bursts forth, angered by its seclusion.
Recalling its mighty strength beyond the dormant vinyl, it emerges in combat
The vinyl fights back, not willing to succumb to the force beneath.
Once in harmony, together, smooth, tight, and glistening
Rebels against dishes breaking and stomping feet and the whirl of the roller skates.
The wall, proud and tall, kicks in the sides and the vinyl curls in terror and confusion at this unexpected betrayal.
Stained, muddied and vulnerable to its own demise, its few strips cling to memories of babies crawling, puppies curled up in one spot, cooking smells, conversations and the roller skates which managed to glide by against all opposition
“Oh no, not the skates!”
These words recalled as its last strips, finally severed scraps, scatter into one final heap against the wall.
(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved
Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility. Until tomorrow….
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