In the morning the little TV is still
dead, its face still gray. The square
of sun on the fake Persian rug is
weak, fading and returning with
a querulous persistence. Three times
this week I have placed my mother's
leg on a pillow she sewed herself.
I saw my father's foot without its
sock or broken moccasin, misshapen
and purpled, bent. On the phone my
mother tells me she has lost her paring
knife, which she misses like an old friend.
Mary Grimm has had two books published, Left to Themselves (novel) and Stealing Time (story collection) – both by Random House. Currently, she is working on a dystopian novel about oldsters. She teaches fiction writing at Case Western Reserve University.