Birdie
The Saturday morning market attracted the usual crowd eager for organic vegetables and people watching. My shopping bag was heavy with zucchini, golden beets, white corn, a potato or two, and a paper bag of Cremini mushrooms. The farmer’s market is the best place to buy fig vinegar and some of Sister Sarah’s homemade canned tomatoes. I couldn’t take home much else. Or so I thought. Continue reading
Be that as it may
They came
With no warning
Just like the cancer
They raked
They cooked
They sat with him
In his loneliness
They laughed
At TV game shows
Puzzled through
NY Times crosswords
They worried
They fretted
They gave their time
And their love
And they brought
The small, white
Plastic trash bags
For the remains
Neatly lining
All five of the
Small, round cans
In the bedroom
They dutifully
Emptied each bag
Once a day
Of its toxic contents
Their legacy
Of love…
And then they
Said goodbye
–-Victoria Emmons, © 2011
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