Wednesday, January 8, 2025

One Hundreth Wish

What did you take?
She asked a little while after I arrived
To her new apartment
I sat down to rub her feet
and awkwardly recalled 
The trinkets I had rummaged through
Mind numbingly with my swaths of cousins
Glass clown, stained glass, roll of kitchen wall paper
Ohio, small church, 70’s student of interior design 
In a tone that said don’t worry I’m on my way out
The day was not how she wanted it
Droves of church friends, fellow teachers and choir singers in her honor
Every cousin from the metroplex
And even further
One hundred year old, Lannie
On a pedestal, blowing out candles, all smiles
In front of the crowd with ease
But a sly disappointment, not so foreign to me
She wanted to sit on the porch and watch her grandchildren play
This was her one hundredth wish
But no one could hear her on her birthday

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