Liz

She said, “It looks like we’re getting’ some rain

‘This afternoon. I feel it in my knees.”

First thing I notice walking from the train

Is a pink dogwood blowing in the breeze

The clump of hens and chicks my father had.

I notice that the lights are on outside

“Poor Leslie’s dementia is getting bad,

‘I loved him so much.” How rarely she cried

“I kept my girlish figure. You too right?’

‘I like to have a slice of it at night.

‘My friend it was so sweet of you to come.”