Ken’s Wife Milly (Serial Poem 3)

Milly and Ken met in Brooklyn.

Seventeen and twenty.  They met

at O’Lunney’s Irish Bar.  That was that

according to Milly,  in nursing school then.

Ken drove a truck.  They decided early on

to have two children to move to the country

to move their jobs upstate .  Milly

was thin and energetic. She wore capris

and  gardened and baked.

Milly worked as a nurse. Ken  drove a truck.

Their son and daughter grew up in the country. They

lived a quiet enough life.  Beer and cigarettes for Ken.

He watched sports on TV and Milly always cooked.

But life is never as simple as it seems.





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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