Someday my father will no longer be strong enough
Someday my father will no longer be strong enough to carry in the groceries from the car but it is before his 2015 CR-V is mine to drive that this poem is written as an ode for him & not yet an elegy. My mom has been sitting cross-legged out on the…
Someday my father will no longer be strong enough to carry in the groceries from the car but it is before his 2015 CR-V is mine to drive that this poem is written as an ode for him & not yet an elegy. My mom has been sitting cross-legged out on the porch for thirty minutes & everything is damp & bright—California has that way of forgetting the jacaranda is still exhaling yesterday's rain.
