provide a parade of drumming,
bony fingers against the arm rest
not many bus stops left for touching
skin to metal, restraint
a bit loose in her Gerry chair.
These same digits solidly
grasped a woodsman's axe, and biting
into a stubborn tree
back in 1890, looked after eleven
siblings, helped momma
bake bread and milkin' with poppa.
The guns of world war meant
growing up quickly when four brothers
crossed an ocean to join the fight
until everyone came home to work the farm
chickens and pigs 'n goats
with children arriving like pigeons
the good Bible reminding all
to propagate with gusto.
One by one parents and siblings
left this earth, back to dust---into God's
hands. And Ellie's in a nursing home,
her birthday today, she's 101.
(c) Richard L. Provencher
My wife, Esther and I really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.