My wife chuckled,
(Leave it to her that I love her!)
when she heard me say to
the husband of our dinner guests,
“I need some help getting up”,
my wheeled walker having rolled
just out of reach…
(I’d slipped in the bathroom
a week before,,,)
So, he offered me his hand.
I rolled to where
I could start warming the peach cobbler,
(I do love my wife’s peach cobbler!)
and pouring pomegranet tea,
our meal finished,
the night, late,
and darkness upon us.
Poems by Ken 