They left you on a shelf Beneath the bricks and a cloudy sky As we waited for your date with a field of grass. The gentleman who dressed you was nice enough And he rolled you out when I arrived to say “Good-bye”. You rested in the center of the room As I recalled the plastic flowers On our dining room table years ago. All of us plus Pops and Nana too Thanking God for all His gifts And the Sunday meals you made. And this as well. On a beautiful summer day You put on a white blouse and skirt And took me to the blueberry fields. You laughed as I pretended to take A broken drum Out the door for the berries. Then you sang a song just for us As cool breezes charmed my senses While goodness found mercy Next to a stream and gave a little boy A picture that would last until now.
This morning I went to Starbucks After watching the river at dawn, Immersed in making photos with pastel shades of sky And bushes that seemed blue in the early morning air. I ordered coffee To awaken my frozen limbs And a blueberry scone. The berries are sweet. I find them more delicious Than chocolate Or wine.