Linda, or We Did (County Route 20)

Since Dick died last November Linda’s been

mostly inside. Yesterday she came outside.

 

My grandfather told  me 55 years ago when I

was 8 and knew I was in love with Dick

my grandfather yelled don’t you dare marry that boy.

That’s what they told me about you my grandmother said.

Dick and I knew one another 63 years. I was 6 months old

when we met and he was 4. Our mothers were friends.

He always made me laugh.  Even in the end

when he was in hospice and couldn’t

remember much he said let’s get married again Linda and have

some more babies.  I don’t have those parts any more I told him.

That doesn’t matter he said. Let’s just do it now and see what happens.

And you know something? We did.

 

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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