Liz

She said, 

“It looks like we’re getting some rain

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

First thing I noticed, walking from the train

Was a pink dogwood blowing in the breeze,

A clump of hens and chicks my father had.

I noticed that the lights were on outside.

“Poor Leslie’s dementia is getting bad,

‘I sure loved him so.” 

How rarely she cried.

“I have to keep my girlish figure, right?”

She bakes lemon cake in aluminum.

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

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