Apple Cider Jam #Poetry

The final crumbs of Winter-

dirt-caked snow crunches

beneath my worn boots,

As I knock upon The Door,

I decidedly stand quite

still to wait for you

so that I can enter-

(When we ask for strength

we must be aware of what

we are really asking for)

I hear a familiar bark –

not angry, more impatient,

Come in quick and love me

is what she means,

(Of course dogs don’t speak- which is kind of a shame)

But I rub her ears and kiss her nose just the same-

And she thanks me, as always, with her eyes.

As I sort of stumble out of my long jacket,

Your home is always warm,

Much like your smile-

Both a kind of shelter from a storm,

The soft kitchen light flickers on

and I begin our old routine,

The butter dish is warm

& the dense bread is toasting

The coals are a fierce orange-

as I hear you shuffle in

to say good morning,

Cold apple cider jam

slides like ice

atop the warm butter,

You ask how I am-

and I mutter something or other-

As I pull down the tea bags,

and I head into The Breakfast Room,

You say that special prayer –

and take a sip of your coffee,

Before we speak again-

And though your eyes are weak

and can hardly see me,

You know I’m waiting,

Like yesterday,

for the next story-

The Great Depression

and I’m gazing at

battered photographs while-

Your laughter filled the room

like filtered sunlight-

How I wish I could see through your eyes,

How he learned to dance,

How you still kept your smile,

How little you had &

How little that ever mattered,

And that – this moment – will be someday be a memory,

That will mean everything to me.

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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3 Responses to Apple Cider Jam #Poetry

  1. Gretchen, your poem took me
    somewhere north of Derry,
    in the winter of my memory.
    Seeking wisdom
    from the elders of ancestry.
    ~David R.

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