Me and Miss Wilma,
Sit at the kitchen table
We peruse the a.m. news
Talkin' 'bout the war
and local pot holes
and high gas prices
and unfixed incomes

and how the children suffer. . .

We compare our families
dear spirits now ascended,
shrouded in reminiscence

Ms. Wilma gets her scrapbook,
teeming dust mites boast
sweet charities of the past. . .

80-something women folk
make the best coffee
and store bought cookies
to start my day out right
before I pass out
from planning too much. . .

Do old women from the south
treat me far better
than civilized damn yankees?


© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed
Coffee For a Cause