Dimes And Cherries

 

Once years ago when

A phone call cost a dime

I think she thought of leaving,

In Burnaby it was,

But she never did,

I imagine there were times

Before and even after

And it’s strange,

Never into blues

Or jazz but she stayed,

Oh yes there was

A makeover,

Cut her beautiful blonde

Hair back to its

Eveready days,

Brought to life the saying

That growth is more

Painful than decay,

I remember we picked

Cherries from the big tree

That summer,

I held the ladder and she

Almost disappeared into the green,

And I realized more than ever

How much I loved her.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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