What happens to your life if you suddenly and without planning rip away your attention like a dirty bandage? Sucked away are the nourishing bits of affection and an average day's gentle words. Hopeful ears and dewy cheeks are waiting.

Months have passed while all my focus has landed splat on Lily.

Today words hide like prey from my frustration. It's hunting for something to chew apart like a chainsaw.

Outside as I push a mower between spurts of green, I see purple pink yellow white cream blue blooms spicing the air.