16 – Wordsmiths Over Coffee

She says she is losing words
at her age, hard to come by

What is the name of that purple flower?

Crocus?

No. No.

She shrugs her shoulders as if to say:
I never wrote about flowers anyway.

Hyacinth?

I’m trying to put words in her mouth,
fill her up so she doesn’t forget……..or worse,
leave me to fill in the blanks myself.

Yes, Yes, that’s it.
She nods and we laugh,
the pair of us relieved.

Hyacinth.

Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month 2018, #16. If you like this poem, discover 80 more the book EVIDENCE OF FLOSSING: WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND! Purchased your signed copy today! CLICK HERE

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