It's Still Life

She’s 5.
Eats Greek yogurt with honey.
Her brother is 4,
and he’s making pretend money.

It’s Florida.
December.
The weather’s fine.

Grandsons. Granddaughters. Of sons of mine.

They are the heart of me.
Wild flowers at the centre of me.

He’s 13.
Says Christmas is like a song.
His sister says
I’ve been away too long.

When she was 3,
she asked if I was going to die.
Yes, I said, but not today.
She smiled, then sighed.

Grandsons. Granddaughters. Of sons of mine.
These wild flowers at the centre of me.

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