Edna

Every single holiday more or less (that is, I would do this for groundhogs day too. And I will this year) we invite people to eat with us. Often friends bring friends. This year Francine brought Edna to Thanksgiving.

Edna, she said she is
93 but Francine said
she’s 94 even then
some people don’t want you
to know exactly Edna
came to Thanksgiving dinner
and she explained that
she was a radical
not a progressive
she doesn’t like the word
progressive because
it isn’t radical. Also
she has an issue
not Reynaud’s everyone
guesses Reynaud’s where her
hands are cold her feet
are warm so she can’t
wear socks and she didn’t
on Thanksgiving just an old
pair of Israeli sandals.
Gloves on her hands
while she ate. She took
them off to eat dessert
and when it was time
to leave Edna said
she couldn’t find her
gloves. By then it was
cold outside so I
got a pair of socks
and some gloves and
gave them to Edna
who had by then found
her gloves. I hate
socks Edna said but
I like your gloves
more than mine so
I’ll keep them both.

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.

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