Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Since she died time has not marched on for my mother
But ambled, moseyed, meandered, hopped on one foot
And then on the other, jumped rope (single and double-Dutch)
Gone off on tangents and sometime flowed uphill
So that my 10 year old self accepts days
When he eats lunch (a hamburger on rye bread;
Cream of mushroom soup from a shallow green bowl )
With me as I was at 7 months (some sort of glop, eaten with gusto)
Or as I may be at 96 (some sort of glop, eaten with gusto).

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