Dilly Beans (COVID)

Mrs. Parker,  Protestant Neighbor

down the street  regular church goer,

competent gardener, maker of good macaroni and cheese

she brings some twice a year, Mrs. Parker called

yesterday she is not a telephone person to ask if I could  come

by for a jar of Dilly Beans.  No one I know will eat them

she said.  Except maybe you.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

7 Comments

  1. Last evening I read yesterdays poem to my daughter – she thought I wrote it. I had finally made the long awaited and often threatened Banana Bread. Small world.

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