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
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.
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