Living

My mother’s last act
what remains
when the rest
just fades away
my mother’s
last conscious act
Chinese buffet
all you can eat
small shopping mall nearby
she drove even though one leg
couldn’t move much
enough shrimp
for a lifetime her friend
Elaine with her too
we told our favorite jokes
still funny said Elaine
before we left
your mother
told our waiter handsome Chinese man
her favorite joke
about the old woman
on the beach
who said to three old men
lying there I’ll have
sex with whoever guesses
what’s in my right hand.
“An elephant,” said the
first old man. “Close
enough,” the old woman
replied. Our Chinese waiter
liked the joke so much
we had free green tea
ice cream.

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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