“Won’t you sit down and rest a spell,” invited my mom. My guilty conscience magnified the pleading in her voice.
“Mom, I would love to, but I’m so busy,”
“That’s the reason you should rest a spell,” she observed quite correctly.
I am trying to justify how it is that I can work a six-hour shopping trip into my schedule; then come by to see mom but still don’t have time to “sit a spell.” I think of that time when I had a sick spell and she came to stay with me for three days; how she comforted me when I had a spell over that crazy boy in the fifth grade and he dumped me for my best friend, the long hours she drilled me in spelling hard words to prepare me for the spelling bee, how hard she worked to see that I dressed in a way to spell “chic” when I was in college.
*********** I called my husband and told him to grab a bite to eat at the drive-thru, because I wouldn’t be home in time to cook supper. Than sat down to hold her hand and bask in the bewitching spell of her love.
“Okay, mom. Let’s play “Remember When” and you tell me about all the roughs spells you have been through.”
She chuckled as she said, “Honey, I’ll start with your birth – that was a loo-loo, but you are worth every minute…..”
Challenge to use the word “spell”