It's Still Life

I.
Once

Once, right there
by the radio,

which was on mostly in the morning for an hour, or when we left home so the house didn’t seem empty, and for most hours of the day, especially as old age set in,

sleeping with sunlight
pouring on her like
a gentle massage,

and right there,
with a direct view
of the kitchen,

and out of the way of the natural flow of grandchildren racing by, and with an anticipatory view of the morning post arriving through the slot in the front door,

once right there,
was the best dog
I’ve ever loved.

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II.
Taste (a kimo poem)

A perfect red tomato, salt, mayo,
Like my mother grew back when.
That first taste of summer.

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Written for Glo/NaPoWriMo Day 10: “Love” and Writers’ Digest PA: “Taste” . Image is from Unsplash by James Lacy. The first poem is about my own Springer who passed on a few years ago. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter