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.
Emalisa Rose is a poet, macrame artist and animal rescue volunteer. She lives by a shore town, which
provides much of the inspiration for her art. She works as a lunch lady in a NJ public school. Her current passion provoked by the down time of the pandemic, is birding, which she plans to incorporate into her work. Her poems have appeared in several journals including Ariel Chart, the Big Window Review, Poettree Zine.
provides much of the inspiration for her art. She works as a lunch lady in a NJ public school. Her current passion provoked by the down time of the pandemic, is birding, which she plans to incorporate into her work. Her poems have appeared in several journals including Ariel Chart, the Big Window Review, Poettree Zine.
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