Whew, 90 degrees by the sofa
a cup of tea should cool things off
perhaps another peek out the window
Sally might come along for a visit
or Harry, now that’s a handsome man.
Annie rests in her rocking chair
eyes dim from a busy bowel movement
medicine taking hold.
Maybe she’ll make a pan of cookies
peanut butter, the ones hubby used to like
he’s gone now, two years this August
sure liked Fall colours that man, and
their trip to Cape Breton, nice then
the children now far away in their own
lives, grandchildren all grown up.
The little old lady falls asleep in her
© Richard L. Provencher
First published 2003 by CanCon
Canadian Content Poetry