Sunday, May 9, 2010
Rushed but not careless
by Dubby Riley
My time is short so imagine we're on the phone. That is the tone I'll use...
Clarissa May (Dunbar) Riley is alive and living in John Knox Village. She's 81. Her life is carried on a caravan. Calls from we four kids seem to brighten her the most. She was swept off her feet by a young fighter pilot before she knew her own strength and magic. She was only 15 when she discovered she loved Weldon Boyce. Like me, he was the youngest of four children. His mother had a very strong personality. Grandma Riley...I remember her well.
If I had insisted on other parents when I was searching for the ones to call my own--you and I couldn't laugh and thunder wouldn't roar. So what do we have to say about the mystery? Except we notice a difference between a one and a two, which form of mathematics defines the bounce in our step or the shade of red in a Spring tulip?
My mom isn't perfect but she would sleep in a puddle if it would keep me dry by doing so. She's as pretty as a sunset and the sound of her laugh taught birds to sing.
Grab a toy. Meet me in the playground. Thanks Mom. I love ya.