Blue with Remind
written by: Emalisa Rose
Driving back home
the weeds seem symbolic,
outliving their prophecy.
Dad at the wheel,
retrospectively rehashing
our bimonthly visit.
“She’s gotten more frail
losing much weight.
She babbles incessantly,
on life in the old country.
The aide on her floor needs
to learn tolerance, and I
wish I could afford a better
facility to place her in.”
We pull in for custard.
I order vanilla with sprinkles.
They’re blue with remind
of Grandma Jean’s eyes.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame and drawing with charcoals. She walks with a birding group on weekends. She volunteers in animal rescue, processing cat/dog adoptions at a local shelter. Her latest work is "Ten random wrens," pubished by Maverick Duck Press.
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