and butter. David, says Mom,
would you please put on your coat
and take Sasha outside to play in
the snow? If you wear her out, maybe
she’ll take a nice long winter’s nap.
David is willing, so off they go.
Donald and Scott are shoveling
the decks. I’ve got Mom all to
myself, a rare thing around here
lately. We haven’t talked much
since I came back. All she knows
for sure about Nikki and me
is that we had a little fight.
I’ve got a lot more than that
to tell her about, though.
I watch her cross the kitchen
floor. Graceful, like a dancer,
and fit, especially for a woman
her age. Still working out at sixty.
Wonder if I’ll have her energy.
SHE TURNS
Finds me staring, gawking
in
admiration like a regular fan boy.
What? A booger or something?
“Nope. Just wondering where
you get all your energy from.”
Can’t slow down. Too much to do.
I have to smile. “You’ve been
saying that since I was a little kid.”