Memories

Yesterday had gone in a blink of the eye; no-one could deny nor defy the passing of time from birth through to dust in allotted years. Dee stopped and thought for a while as the slowing A6 traffic , shifted from A14, with food for the plate, milk from the breast and oil from the ground crept by her window as Dee thought again about putting her feet to the ground. A plane hangs in the air, then disappears behind a cloud; everyone's life moves on it seemed.

Where to had the years gone since she'd sat in the back of their Anglia car, holding tight their new-born child; who looked like no-one at all but who was perfectly formed from her eyes to her toes as well as everything in-between.

The midwife had walked with them down the long corridor, once a work-house where the poor were sent to hide as well as the mentally ill and vulnerable.

The mid-wife had said, in a matter of fact manner.....'I'm glad your taking that baby home. She's screamed and kept the rest of the baby's in my nursery awake !
Dee had simply answered....Oh......what else was she to say?

They'd passed the delivery suite, silence reigned then.
It was about eleven thirty that morning, with Alan's milk float ahead on the hill with his bottles heading back to the depot. He waved to acknowledge them and their pink and black car. Bill could never waste paint; in fact was ecologically educated before anyone had thought of it.
Then he'd stopped on the brow of the hill, just outside the town where she still lived so as to be close to her blind mum, delighted to be a Grand-mother after all she had been through.
There, on the brow of this hill, a family of duck and ducklings straddled the once busy road. Dee and Bill had laughed then moved on with their own little family as St Mary's Parish bells welcomed them in.

Where had all those years gone? Their screaming child now taught a local comprehensive school and visited them often. There had to be reason in life but everything in the world felt like it was falling apart.