Sunday, June 25, 2017

Goodbye Poem


Loaded car, didn't shed a tear.
Everything seems small.
Drove by our old house.
Ammie heals from bunion surgery.
Twenty four hour care costs dear.
Wheelchair doesn't fit the hall.
Taste of plaque in teeth clouds
memories, wish you lived near.

Cooler holds two days meals.
Everything seems small.
Fig jam in blue Kerr jars.
Jalapeno, rose lavender flavors 
in calico fabric bees wax seals.
Sauce you love with meatball
packed on ice for the drive. 
Waved bye to backs of wheels.

Everything seems small
Miss you, that's all.


Poem copyright 6/25/2017 Caroline Gerardo
photos Rodney Mississippi




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