Meander 1 Poem -- Coffee Grounds
Mornings, I wanted hot coffee.
You never did. I drank alone
Filling my cup with fresh perked brew.
You stayed in bed until I called,
Applied your pungent aftershave
To blot my fragrant coffee bean.
Our marriage simmered on the stove
For twenty years we stayed together,
Oils and essences losing strength
Becoming bitter in the pot.
Until today --
I emptied the grounds.
Meander 2 _Grandson Visits - Because of distance and the unability to travel it's been two years since I saw my grandson. Not that we haven't been in touch but seeing is better. He's gotten taller and broader in those two years. He still likes oatmeal. Even packed some on his case but I remembered and there are about 50 packets he can use. He watched me doing a crossword puzzle and shook his head. How do you know the words. I really think it takes years and doing the puzzles a lot of times. There's a trick and that's knowing what thecreator of the puzzle thinks. But back to the grandson. It's really good to see him.
Meander 3 - Writing - I am coming close to the end and it's getting a bit scary. Three chapters to conquer and the whole blamed thing to format but that won't take too long once I finish the writing of the three final chapters. There have been several drafts so this is the last except for the clean up. Wish me luck,