Between Dessert and The Late Show
written by: Emalisa Rose
We’d speak every Sunday. Some
times, we’d modify; perhaps on
a Monday or Tuesday.
I’d sent you those cookies you
loved, once a month but I went
back to work, and tire too easily.
We’d talk, then we’d email, then
downgrade to texting; first, in full
sentences, then in just dribbles
between dessert and the late show.
It starts with a tweak, or an edit, a
slight shift from one day to the next.
Before it’s extinct, we need to start
over and get back to our mother and
son, Sunday call.
Emalisa Rose
When not writing, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue and tends to cat colonies in the area. Living by the beach, provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her work has appeared in Spillwords, Madswirl Magazine, Beatnick Cowboy and other spirited places. Her latest collection is "Connected by Sparrows," published by Origami Poems Project.
Latest posts by Emalisa Rose (see all)
- To Have Had One Last Conversation - January 2, 2023
- Third and Delancey Street - September 2, 2022
- Between Dessert and The Late Show - May 8, 2022
