I used to watch her
move through her kitchen
Mendelssohn’s “Hebrides Overture”
rolling over the countertops
from a crackly, gold, tube radio
set to a single AM station
the aroma of macaroni and cheese
and ham, homemade
setting my mouth to water
snacking on Ritz crackers
she doled out
crushing the rest
for the topping
sunlight streaming through
the casement windows
causing her daffodils in the vase
on the table to glow.
© Erik Hansen 2017
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I don’t know who she is, but it’s a tender tribute.