Remember these words when asked later in the office visit – Village, kitchen, baby. Draw a clock showing the time as 8:15.
She was born free in her grandma's kitchen. The village clock read eight fifteen.
Senior’s Memory Test Poem
Sunday Dinner
Eating dinner, we watch a wasp crawl around the car door handle. It disappears into a small crack. Visions of a door sized nest.
Dinner Talk
My mother always said if you wanted to, you would understand it.
At dinner I was looking for a poem, an American sentence, and counting syllables to see if I had 17 for the sentence. My husband and daughter Ayanna didn’t understand why I kept counting syllables. After explaining the why of it, Ayanna decided to write her own poem, which I publish above.
Thursday
Driving for the first time since covid, to the post office and back home.
Last Night
Through dark leafy trees,the moon hangs orange over my yard, past full, so orange.
Thursday Morning
From the corner of my eye, I saw something flash across the street. A deer walked up the driveway, paused, crossed, down the street. Out of sight. A good omen for my day.
Sunday Night
Sibelius accompanies my last April poem to the page.
Saturday Night
I almost forgot today's poem. Laying in bed, writing On my phone Still enough light to see the sky, trees silhouetted. The light from the Office reflects on the window. I get up and snap a photo. Done.
Friday Morning
Starting off the day with a kitchen full of yesterday's dishes. No problem. Jim's turn.
Thursday
Green on green today. Rain is promised but so far just some drizzling. Still looking kind of dusty out there. Looking for the Quick Banana Bread recipe... found! Changing the base so that Jim can use it... sugar to honey, shortening to oil, all purpose flour to whole wheat. Never mind. I found the original recipe. Mixed and in the pan baking. Rain sounds on the vent. The leaves now wet and shiny. We eat the hot banana bread.
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