Memories of Our Parents

    Now, I’m exposed         Ellen Threatts                   Now, I’m exposed.   The flashes come and go those of Thanksgivings past. Surrounded by bubbles in warm and a can of twisted tea cuddling the other free hand. My life is so twisted now. Not sure if the memories are bearable to stand even when a smile stretches across my face. Another loss and the day turns into night.   Prior to Hurricane Delta making landfall an aerial google map showed the thousands of homes covered with blue tarps after Hurricane Laura made landfall. The damages were so widespread  that many residents didn’t bother returning home. Whatever meditating repairs done between the two hurricanes matter little which included  my own a home which  is pieced and patched over to seal out the elements. Now, my life is a cloud of tears that is trying to find a safe, warm and dry place to land.   It’s not exposure to the sun , the dramatics  of unhealthy people in my life or even the exposure  to the vast