Every evening, the elderly lady next door
sits on her front lanai and exclaims to me,
“I am having my weekly glass of evening wine.”
I make a slightly exaggerated facial expression
and remind her that, “One a week is actually good for you!”
I take bowls to her of whatever we are having for dinner.
Within minutes, she returns the bowl
clean. dry, and filled with something yummy
from her own kitchen, always clarifying,
“I will have that for my dinner, so I put it on a plate.”
Then, regardless of the time, she reminds me
“I have to get home now.
My daughter calls me every night at 7 o’clock.
She calls me every night. 7 o’clock.
Sometimes, when I happen to be sitting out front around 7 o’clock
I hear her sweet, sing song greeting.
I can picture her lovely face, so excited
as if she were the child, and her Mom was calling her…
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“…regardless of the time.” Connection with others. Needed, so real, so in the moment, yet limited by how much contact she can tolerate. I can so relate. A loving, tender vignette. Beautiful powers of observation.