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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Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing

One response to “4-7-17

  1. I don’t know who she is, but it’s a tender tribute.

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