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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.
(For Josie)
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Cristina M. R. Norcross is a freelance writer and poet who lives in Wisconsin with her husband and two sons. She prefers writing on an island off the coast of Cape Cod while eating fried clams, but usually writes at coffee houses while sipping a single drink for two hours at a time. Cristina has had numerous works published in literary magazines in the United States, England, Wales, Canada, and Algeria and is the author of three books. To learn more about her, visit www.FirkinFiction.com.
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