Together we LEARN and deepen
Our relationship, shaped over the years
By kitchen time and love
We make a PASTA sauce and
The memories bubble up:
You, baby in a sling across my torso,
Your tiny hand holds a carrot, waving
I chop onions and garlic
Pour the olive oil, sauté
Experiences layered across the years
My aged hands now arthritic, but still able
You, a man now, become my extra hands
Reach above my head with ease,
We bask in family adoration of the results
DAISY yellow noodles gleam amid
Blood red sauce

Georg’ann

GRIEF arrived quickly
THICK man too thin now, breath weak.
Friend comes, a DAISY.

Heather