Retry

I YIELD to the moment
Tapping feet, a RHYME, a beat
Working it — to try and RETRY,
Making my baby smile

Georg’ann

Running errands for Aunt Patty is to enter into a very peculiar and exacting mission. For example, to mail a letter required purchase of STAMP, which seemed simple enough until I was instructed to go to the counter and make sure to give the envelope directly to a female clerk.

“I gave a man my letter the last time and it never arrived. And make sure you don’t get a TREND stamp, I don’t want my preferences to jeopardize delivery.”

There were similar instructions for gas, groceries, and re-arranging the dishes in her cabinets. Her son had discombobulated her equilibrium in the placement of cups on the left and on bowls on the right side of the shelf.

After all was done we sat for conversation and shared a LITER of water in her very RETRO living room. Not a thing has has moved since it was appointed in 1964.

While sitting the doctor’s office calls and asks her to RETRY the heart rate monitor, they do not like the 110 pulse reading given this morning.
She complies, grumbling all the while about being bothered while she has company.

Heather