Katherine’s Coffeehouse

Elder Care

This morning, the coffee pot looked different,
my husband having switched out
one gadget for another, far too complicated
for such an early hour. And so for a change,
I make tea with a satisfying plop of heavy cream,
squall of sweetener, one sip reminding me of Mrs. Torpey,
and Mrs. McGrievy, and that tall, smiling lady my friend and I visited


by Katherine Gotthardt This morning               fifth night in a row of bad sleep               and … finally I know what it means               to be                                            TO BE both off                                            … and on! Dead                                                               … and alive! Happy                                                             … and unhappy!   Shadow … and substance! The speck beneath The …

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