|
(For Josie)
It all begins to fade
in the land of forget-me-not years.
One moment I am dropping a slice of lemon into my tea —
the next moment
the back of my bed raises
with the click of a magic button.
Crosswords are my saving grace.
All of the clues —
a familiar comfort.
I wonder who keeps filling them in?
She should be more considerate and use a pencil.
There is a woman who comes and points
to pictures on my dresser.
Sometimes I am good at the guessing game —
sometimes not.
She is kind though and brings me a new nightgown
with each visit.
In times of joyful suspension,
the room is filled
with people I have not seen in years.
Gertrude’s fur wrap was always too showy,
but it looks good on her now.
Bill is busy serving cocktails,
while they set up another Canasta game.
It is a party of laughter and noise.
You should come —
before it all disappears.
© 2010 by Cristina M. R. Norcross
Used with the author's permission.
|

Cristina M. R. Norcross is the author of nine poetry collections and the editor of the online poetry journal, Blue Heron Review. Her most recent collection is The Sound of a Collective Pulse (Kelsay Books, 2021). During the pandemic, Cristina taught herself how to knit scarves, and has made one for almost every member of her extended family. She is thankful that long walks by the lake, where she lives in southeast Wisconsin, have replaced going to the gym. The natural world finds its way into much of Cristina's writing. Learn more about her at www.cristinanorcross.com.
|
Lori Levy:
Beautiful.
Posted 07/07/2025 12:47 PM
|
EstherJ:
Very touching.
Posted 07/07/2025 09:51 AM
|
|
|
|