Summer Cotton        

             

In an age where men and women
married each other because it was
the thing to do somewhere between the

first dance and the first baby

 

Promising the steady presence of

someone to take advantage of
or forget about except when it was time

to argue over nothing important

 

And everyone knew only movie stars

got divorces so it didn’t really matter

if you were nice or an alcoholic

My father is finding out that
what he really lost was not his
housekeeper cook accountant
and family pet but his wife

He seems

surprised
by that.

 

It's quite poetic to
watch him discover he
has found the memory
of her to cherish

which only proves
it's never too late to

start over.
 

Or find the shift key on
the computer so he can turn the
wifi back on with the correct

password and replace his winter

flannel sheets

with summer cotton.

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