Each month, write a new collection.
Taking me out to sailAfter a poem by Ralph Burns"Fishing Winter"My dad was sailing and I was enjoyingthe time with himNoticing the frustrationhe was having with the boom while cursing under his breaththe sail boat was not cooperatingas the wind did not blow the boat in towardthe dock as we driftedslowly coming back to the starting point we were greeted by a manwho told him our problemas dad was relieved to seeme back on dry landThe man at the dock said you got problemsas he exclaimed to my dadYou don't know how to sail
I like it man. Very moving!
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Christmas Gravy for GnocchisAfter Ralph Burns, Fishing in WinterWoman penciling the shopping list sees Mother pinching ingredients by heart Contadina cans on the counterCut open. Pork neckbones ready. Mushrooms.Stove bubbling in the gravy potForgetting mother’s been dead Four years. She sees gravy splatter red on the pink kitchen tile.As she plans the ItalianChristmas meal.Gingerly she asks mother if she can Steal. A sweet neckbone To its green melamine bowl inThe red brick bungalow, warmedBy meal preparationsTwo savoring the taste ofNeckbones rolling in their mouthNodding agreement. Mother makesThe gravy best.