Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Emily's poem, and reading coming soon

Sundays with Elma

"I've been old all day long,"
She hobbles out of her room.

A shirt where her pants
should be.

Changes and changes and changes
the channel
looking for crime on TV.

"I only smoke a few a day."
As she tosses her sixth pack."
Has the fish had dinner? You're making me fat."

A raspy,
hearty laugh.

I'll turn up the TV, please
let me brush your hair.

Don't fight your pills,
I'm sorry you are sad,
just giggle some more.

A kiss and a hug, I love you, too.
I'll introduce myself again tomorrow to you.

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