The barn was cool, dark, quiet. The quiet hum of the fans droned on. I stood a little while and listened to the sound of another day gone by.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
7.6.11
I went back to the barn to check again last night. When I got there, I found the other three babies had died. I stood back to study the mother--I was looking to see if she needed anything. Food or water? Or maybe comfort. She simply stared back and then turned to her hay.
The barn was cool, dark, quiet. The quiet hum of the fans droned on. I stood a little while and listened to the sound of another day gone by.
The barn was cool, dark, quiet. The quiet hum of the fans droned on. I stood a little while and listened to the sound of another day gone by.
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Your writing touches me. My only wish is that you would write more often. I read your posts over and over until a new one comes up. A mom in our town died suddenly the same day you posted about the rabbits. Your post was actually comforting especially the last line. Thanks as always, Erin
ReplyDeleteP.S.I told Maria Skinner that I hope to meet you someday and share a coffee or tea.
thank you, erin. i wish i wrote more often--or consistently, too! thank you so much for your kind words. it's amazing that so many experiences are universal at their core. glad something in the writing helped. i would love to meet you for coffee or a walk sometime!
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