Talking For Her

This is a poem based on the talk that we all had with Leroy and Mary last week. I haven't had the sign-in information so far, but now that I have it I can post. Yay! Enjoy!

Talking For Her

I think, if she remembered,

she would remember everything he said.

She would remember the railroads

and the moving trucks.

She would remember the barking dogs in

the backyards of houses and the sounds

of her children

playing.

I think, if she remembered,

she would tell the same story

while holding his hand

and smiling.

For fifty-six years they lived

the same story

and never once deferred.

I think, if she remembered,

she would call him Papa Smurf,

like they did on the railroad.

She would remember, as he does,

the three years

eight months and

twenty-seven days

they were apart.

I think, if she remembered,

she would remember the day

they met at a funeral

and began a new life from

the one that passed away.

- Sharon Winter