My father didn’t want to place her in a home, he wanted to look after her. I called, though, and talked to the social worker about getting things in motion, against my father’s wishes.
About Martha Farley
I am a daycare Technician at the Lester B Pearson School Board and when I am not working I write.
I have had several articles published in the Montreal Gazette as well as the West Island Gazette.
I also received the honor of being one of the writers published in a book that Mark Abley edited featuring many writers from the Pointe Claire area celebration the 100th anniversary of our city.
I have also had several poems published in anthologies.
A Little Magic
Taking our toboggans to the hill and putting in some good runs, up and down we would go rosy cheeked and so very happy. Shouting with joy and maybe a bit of fear that your sled would crash but mostly it was about the fun.
Its a Conundrum
“Oh my neck hurts, oh my stomach hurts.” My mother complains, she is not weeping yet there is pain in her voice, in her cry for help. With each cry I try to offer some words that will comfort her. That it seems is all I can do for her.
“Where does it hurt mom? Do you need anything? Can I get you anything?”
“No.” she replies.
Changes
Myself and my two adult children share a house. The arrangement has worked out really well. The cost of living has gone up so much that having being able to share rent is a God send. After my husband died it felt good to be in the place where we had lived.
Bump In The Night
This time it is the younger of the toppings the son! He is calling to ask if he can stay at his friend’s house for the night. No problem I answer him, I know the friend and I also know he is not far from us if there is a problem. I am half a sleep and hear him say “thanks mom” and click he is gone
He’s Just Paul
Paul is older now. He’s sixty years old and lives on his own. He’s mentally challenged, or intellectually handicapped, and he’s a real character.
Moons, Mystics and Oracles
My husband has been dead now for almost a year. He had lung cancer, which eventually went to his brain. He had been so ill for so long; five years, in fact. He fought the good fight. A soldier, a warrior of death and dying. But it took him in the end, and along with him, a part of me too.
The Shape-Shifter
“You know Doc, the Indians of the southwest believed that some spirits were shape-shifters and they could become animals, other sprits or even other people. Sometimes I feel like that. I feel like I’m a shape-shifter.”
My Christmas Without You
So I rented two rooms at a hotel downtown so the children and I could feel like we were away somewhere. Anywhere but home, where those memories are so sharp and clear.
School Daze
That was one of the most embarrassing events of my life. It was awful arriving to class, when all the other kids were seated properly at their desks, being dragged into the room by my mother.
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